Swam towards resolve, but couldn't find it in the bottle
Who could give me answers? All my questions rang hollow
I knew to call her phone; half expecting her to answer
The ring rang so jovial I waited at a standstill
Longing for a greeting; the warm embrace that I had known
Her loving arms around my shoulders, where she was I called it home
The ringing became less jovial, but harsh and manic and blurred
Until the high pitched screaming and white noise is all I heard
The final ring had sounded; embattled and full of strife
And then a deafening silence, so lost and void of life
Yet then I heard her voice, an apathetic beep laid it to rest
She spoke eloquently in life; just as my love had done in death.