It was a very hard call.
Offering condolences to a bereft parent
Is too wrenching if you are not drawn to tears.
You are naked, with useless words.
I knew this was not his first tragedy.
I could not imagine not making the call
While knowing the man must be suffering
In a way I could not understand.
I hoped Zinc would not be home.
He answered the phone
And I pleaded inadequacy,
Unable to follow my very short script.
Zinc consoled me,
Pointing out that my call mattered
And he was grateful.
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