I hit #31# and dialed a number in British Columbia. I know it’s masochistic but, I hadn’t heard your voice in three years. I woke up this morning with this haze of an image in focal view, and I knew I had dreamt of you. That orange iPod and those used earphones that you returned to me. Whatever they meant.
A few rings and then there you were, on the other end of the line.
You sounded older, more in tune with your life. I hung up. I guess you belong there near the OK Falls, because you certainly didn’t belong to me.