The no message-message, A space without a frame; No sound-no syllables Leaving behind a name!
Inscrutable silence: Wrong number-didn’t dare? Nothing in particular Though someone Had been there!
They tried more than once To see if I was home, I was-of course-they knew it Though I did not Answer the phone!
Perhaps it was destiny I left hanging on the line: ‘Why didn’t you answer? We called time after time’!
“We could not reach you, So we gave up the cause, Is misery the resting place You go to-just because to?
‘No’ I tried to defend The weakness in my ego Hesitating to answer The calling of long ago!
‘You will have to explain Someday and face yourself’, And then, the voice added: ‘You will have to face us as well’!
‘I know’, I said, that day, Since I was the blank space Saying nothing in that tape, The one who wished To say something No recording device Could ever replay’!
Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2017 New York City
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