“The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love” by Ronald Koertge (repost)

I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town
Is anything wrong?
I miss you.

The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.


—   “The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love,” Ronald Koertge (@ronkoertge)