Phone-y endings

There are telephone conversations vividly alive in my memory. Melancholic now, at the time they were devastating. All involved losing a relationship. A soul-destroyer, especially when on the phone. Every vowel spoken has the sound of thunder, every consonant the clap of lightning. And the click, when it’s over; the last beat of a heart. Some phone-y endings are more subtle. The harbinger of a tsunami. No anger or frustration, but indifference. I heard it the other day. My son. I haven’t been a father to him for years. Got to do everything to avoid that ‘final’ call now.