The Call Poem by Carly Kisley

Phone rings
It’s his brother
I’m at work on break
Those horrific words come through the phone
“We got into an accident”
Short pause felt like eternity
A million things and emotions fill my head
I couldn’t lose him
Not him
“He is okay, just a busted lip” finally broke the screaming silence
No, I won’t believe it until I see him
Race out of work
To the car
They come pulling up in their dad’s car
He gets out of the car
Yes, a busted lip nothing else
Jump into his arms
Cry my heart out
I wouldn’t know what to do if he were gone
That feeling of the thought of losing him just about ate me alive
Punch his chest
“Don’t ever do that again! ”