Sorry- Wrong Number
I dreamed last night that I called my old friend Beth- a woman who had been my friend for 40 years and then one day cut me off with no explanation.
In the dream I posed as someone from the post office, calling to find out if she had moved because she had letters undeliverable to the address we had on file. I really just wanted to know what was going on with her and why she had rejected our friendship.
And as soon as I heard her voice- that voice I had laughed with and cried with for so many decades, through so many stages of our lives, I knew it wouldn't work.
Of course she was going to recognize my voice! How could she not? We knew each other so well! Drat- I should have affected a Scottish accent or something. Now I would have to confess Look, Beth, I really just wanted to talk to you…
But she didn't. She had no clue that it was me. She explained that indeed they were not at that address any longer- they had moved to France to be near her daughter who had married a Frenchman while on study abroad.
I felt smacked in the face. I mumbled "Yes, well, thank you ma'am… if you want your mail forwarded you'll need to contact the central office…"
I hung up the phone and reallized that she had moved on without me both literally and figuratively if all this could happen in her life and she felt no urge to tell me about it.
And I woke up feeling sad, and stared into the darkness, hearing rain on the windows.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.