Poems, Prayers, and Promises from a Country Parson

Canceled Numbers

I want to call, but the number is now cancelled. I look at your name in my cell phone. I know that if I try to call I will only get a message from the operator. The number is of no practical use.
It once was though.
When the day had a lull I would call you. I knew you would be at home.
When I had good news I would call you. I knew you would celebrate with me.
When I was disenchanted I would call you. I knew you would give clarity.
When I was down I would call you. I knew you would have a funny story to cheer me up.
That was then and this is now.
The number is cancelled. It has no use, but to remind me of all those times I would call.
I call someone else now when I am bored, happy, disenchanted, and down. I call the whom you two are with.

posted by Hugh @ 7:23 PM