Calling Long Distance (Poetry)

A wet afternoon
I’m spending alone
conjuring spirits
from some twilight zone
they whisper and croon

The weather is grey
and shadows the room
the dead gather near
drawn into the gloom
as daylight gives way

I’m listening keen
to all that I hear
my heart starts to race
in case you appear
and travel between

the next world and this
in answer to pleas
so ardently sent
my grief does not ease
I’ve only one wish

to see you again
the afternoon spent
on my psychic phone
soft voices fragment
drowned out by the rain