Call Me When You Get There

Weexchange hugsOver leftover casserole dishesScattered "thank you forcomings" float around our heads And promises to stay in touchAremeaninglessly thrown outThey stand on the porchWaving, smiling their lastgood-byesWhen someone's voice breaks through"Call me when you getthere"Eyes connect and hearts uniteFor it is understoodTheywonder if you arrive safelyQuestion if you are happyThey miss yourconstant presence andLook forward to your letters, phone calls.So whenyou shut the car doorYou begin to also understand The rarity of beingcared forThe intensity behind their gazeWithout question youconcludeYour immediate action upon enteringThe home you left themforWill be dialing.