He always called me late at night.

Years I've gone without hearing that voice. Sometimes something will happen that would only make headlines in the world the two of us made together.

I heard about a Latin copy of his Alice in Wonderland, and I want him to know, or to grab a copy should I ever make a visit to his grave.

Movies he would have wanted to see.

New twists I see in arguments we had too long ago to matter. (I win.)

Questions I wouldn't be afraid of.

A new spin on a private joke; a book I read that would have fed our chats.

If the phone rang after 10 p.m., I wanted to hear that I was mistaken, that you were all right; you put me over one more time.