Dedicated to the ones that I never call, but hold immensely dear to me.
I flipped through their visions,
left my number in their sleep.
But no one called back.
I called all night,
called for years,
called till their lids began to ring,
ten, twenty, two hundred times,
and then they went blind
on my dreams.
Now their eyes don't open.
No one picks up the phone.
― Agha Shahid Ali, The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems
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