I have heard the call before
the nagging at the threshold of your consciousness
which informs you that somebody is thinking of you
which informs you that some one you care about needs you
which informs you that their making a connection with you is imminent.
Sharing a dream with some one you know.
Picking up your phone just before it rings.
Thinking that you’ve heard some one knock at the door, right when they’ve arrived.
Maybe I am deaf.
I do not hear the call anymore.
Maybe I am ostracized.
And no one is calling anymore.