Calling A Friend

by Ronald Trang

The heart is hallow.
And the feelings are still empty.
A dry and imaginary tear rolls off my cheeks.

I call you up.

Your words were soft.
I listened.
You mumbled.
The ears struggled to catch the words.
You repeated.
The ears ignored them for fear of asking to repeat.

My words were plain.
Did you listen ?

My heart cries out for a friend.
But no reply.

Its late. Goodnight.

I hang up the phone.
The heart dies.