i miss the clunk
and groan
of the old furnace,
the squeaks
and squeals
as its worn belt
spun up to speed
to further grind
rough bearings,
an old friend
who warmed
our home
and our toes,
slowly dying
each firing
the last gasp

and when it did,
we feigned surprise
at the inevitable
as it passed
with a final
rasp and hiss

and the house
fell silent

just the sound
of snowflakes
on the roof

and a dial tone
as i picked up
the phone
to arrange
its replacement