Of course, we must die.
How else will the world be rid of
the old telephone numbers
we cannot forget.
The numbers
it would be foolish–
utterly useless–
to call.
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Yep.
I promise. I wrote my story before I saw this.
Telephone numbers “back then” had similar attachments to life as did “old” music.
Ah, “back then.”
poignant…listening to the phone ring and ring, no one answers
one of the loneliest sounds in the world
the text message not replied to just isn’t the same.
I have written one on this…I’ll post it again.
Will look for it.
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Thanks for reblogging this, Douglas.
You’re welcome! Well done!
Look at you, you have a sense of humour, it was a fun read Mr. Russo