First Calls
I haven’t thought of the first phone calls
since making them three years ago
Aunts and Uncles, sisters, my boss,
my shaky voice delivers the message:
He’s gone. It’s over.
“It” being suffering, false hope
We were left with shards of a life,
looking them over in bewilderment
until the words finally came:
Where do we even begin?
-Brandon White
Brandon White 