I wasn’t drunk, but I had put away a few when I decided to call you at home last night. When your phone went unanswered, a tear ran down my cheek. Now I’m glad you didn’t take my call. I promised to leave you alone and I will do better at keeping my word. S.P.

I remembered your phone number.
It came back to me easily
as these feelings
of loving you.
I miss you,
you know.
I wish you had been home.
Peter McWilliams