The Phone Call
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We're at dinner,
the three of us,
When the phone rings,
And I pick it up.
So casual,
so...
Unknowing.
He's on the line,
I'd recognize
His voice
Anywhere
He's talking about
Inconsequential things,
Trivia, pretending it
Never happened.
That he never left.
I try to keep from
crying but the tears
are in my voice.
And then he's apologizing,
sorrow in his tone,
And I'm sobbing into
the phone, and I try
to stop, the kids are looking,
But I can't, he's been
Gone for so long, and I
missed him so much, and...
I can't stop crying.
Eventually, I can hear his voice.
Those comforting words.
The broken apologies.
He says he got a job in LA, cleaned himself
up, realized how much
I mean to him.
And then...
He asks, for the first time,
sounding confused and scared
and hopeful.
"Will you take me back?"
I hesitate, looking
at the kids, my kids...
his kids.
Children he left
Without a backward glance.
And then...
He speaks again,
with such love and hope and fear
it breaks my heart again.
"I love you."
Tears are still streaming
down my face and there's
a lump in my throat, but
I manage to open my mouth
and say one word.
"Yes."