As Close as a Call – a poem by Judy DeCroce

As Close as a Call
I, on this side,
watch a calendar change,
remembering your leaving,
and keep hope for an answer.
Where are you?
You were always close as a call—
from another room or on the phone.
Who do you appear to when I call?
Are you telling stories 
in that place of no pain?
life is different on this side—
angst and worry.
You are in the short place—simple.
When will you come easing through
with softened voice?
There are times I send for your memory…
with no answer at all.
Is it wrong to 
force you into my dreams?
(There is much I wonder about.)
So, I’ll stand here, 
patiently leaning against sleep
and wait for you to turn the corner.

Judy DeCroce is an internationally published poet, flash fiction writer, educator, and avid reader whose recent works have been published by The BeZine, Brown Bag Online, North of Oxford, The Poet Magazine, Amethyst Review, The Wild Word, OPEN:Journal of Arts & Letters, and many journals and anthologies. As a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre, she also offers, workshops for all ages in flash fiction. 
Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband poet/artist, Antoni Ooto.

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