Deep and dark

Out of the darkness comes a vision of love, a favorite friend, or sometimes a child.

I see a vision of this loved one.

Stationary.

Frozen in time.

And I shout, "Hello!"

"Hello, hello!"

There is mumbling from the other end. Bright words I cannot make out.

And then the line goes dead.

Only to ring again.

And again.

And the last time is FaceTime.

Darker than all the rest, there is not even a picture now.

 I shout, "Hello!"

Those lucky people close by are speaking to him in tones I can't make out, but his pocket never allows me to speak to him myself.