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Sep 2015
There is a voicemail
Saved on my cellphone

Sixteen seconds
Of what used to be

I reach for your voice
When I cannot sleep

I press repeat, repeat, repeat
Reliving brief moments

A part of me thinks
You've saved my voice

That you reach for me
Like your arms did previously

But in your eyes, there is no one lovelier than she
Two bodies intertwine beneath your sheets

You're making memories
While I'm reliving

Moments of when you loved me
For WY.
For the voicemail I thought I deleted.

"Hey, Allyson, this is me... just... worrying about you... when... please, just call me back. Alright, bye."
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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