Last Words

It is 58 days you've been gone now.

And your number still sits in my phone book.

"Mom's Cell"

Out of service months ago.

Hopeless in my daily attempts to erase it (you)
as if I am awaiting your call from the grave.

And sometimes I dial it - late at night
praying that you'll answer and tell me
what a useless daughter I am.

Because "I hate your fucking guts"
can't have been your last words to me.