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Someone To T

I found my calling
listening to a haunting melody
sequestered  under the radar
of top forty stations,
with gut wrenching lyrics of seclusion
that melted like  bittersweet chocolate
into my frontal cortex
leaving a permanent dark stain
on the fabric of my reflexes
weaving the bleeding, fading hues
into indigo silk chords
of desolation through my thoughts
victims
living
invisibly under the radar
gripping
a fraying, fragile, silver thread

I found my calling
by answering the phone,
responding to the text
filtering through the deafening cacophony
of heartbreak
murmuring under the radar
I learned to listen,
I listened to learn,
how to help them tie luminous knots
in the silver thread
That pulled them through a dark hour

Julia Masi