These are the type of calls

You never want to make

The kind you just don’t want to take

Sobbing on the other side

Not knowing what’s happening on the inside

You act like you didn’t hear

Say it ain’t so

Say it’s not real

The voice gone

Holding yourself, alone

Trying to process, access

What’s been said

Head in your hands

You clasp them

Tighter saying a prayer

For your friend, uncle, colleague

Who will no longer be there

To greet you with a hi-five

No chance to say goodbye

You moved on

To a better place

Rest assured your spots

Reserved, preserved

My memories fond

Can’t believe what’s going on

Too fast, too soon

You’ve gone

But never forgotten