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Jun 2015
It's me
HEY! ...it's me
I don't know why... but how many times did you leave that same message on my phone.
All three that I still have
They alI charge, under my bed
just so I can hear you say "It's me" Just so
So I can still get mad at the "Don't know why I called"'s
until I hear the pause, where you realize you need to go
GO RIGHT NOW
I miss the voicemails you left me
You wouldn't tell me but you would call religiously if I didn't answer
And I would call you, over and over and over
It was enough to see my name on the little screen I guess
But then you needed me to make a recording
so you could hear my voice when leaving short, self destructive messages
or lengthy two minute long translations of goodbye
You said "Just do it please... So I can hear your voice when you don't answer me."
You never called me back
And I still have no message for my machine.
Regine Howl
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