He calls late at night,

About nine pm. seems right…

To reminisce

About the job he’s missed,

His mother has stock, alright!

He starts asking how it is now,

Slipping into his history though…

Did I know

From long ago,

He remembers my voice somehow.

In fact, a couple years

Have passed since he had my ears…

I was away

On medical foray,

He talks till his solace appears!

–Jonathan Caswell

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