Hey, thought of you —
any chance you’re free today?
something seasonal
something quick
The glow of it
is almost intoxicating.
I feel the tug —
that old reflex to say yes
No name
no reason why me
Just a space to fill
if I can get there fast
For a second
I’m already halfway out the door
inventing a song
I never meant to sing.
Then I notice the clock
and the silence
already shaped for anyone.
The phone waits
bright and patient
The day keeps being the day