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Nina May 25
It's been a few days since I last saw you
I can hardly remember how you sound like
So I play your voice messages on repeat
In order for me
Not to forget
The sound of your voice
A Blizzard Apr 12
Hey, it’s me.
I don’t want to hurt our friendship or anything.
But I’ve been wanting to tell you this for awhile now,
So you are my sun.
You bring me light in everything I do.
You make my dark days brighter,
my lonely nights better,
and my happy days happier.
I couldn’t imagine a world where we weren’t friends,
where you weren’t there for me and I for you.
You make me laugh when all I want to do is cry.
And you dry my tears when I do.
I’m the one you call when you’ve had one too many, still though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
You’re the one I want to call when I have any type of good news and bad.
I lean on you like a ladder on a house, I’m scared of falling but you keep me sound.
Anyway, are we still on for breakfast after work?
if I had more courage maybe I’d tell him this. This is kinda lame, it’s not really a poem more of a train of thought
If by chance I call & you don't pick up.
Take a message.
Take a message.
If by chance I call & your fast asleep.
Record me in your dreams.
& when you wake up I'll see you soon.
Greeted by the sound of your voice.
Only a call away.
If by chance I call & you can only talk for a moment.
Then I'll spend a moment in honest truth.
The moments quickly falling in the past.
Your smile always with me.
If by chance I call & you don't pick up.
Take a message.
Take a message.
Take a message so when you play it back
You'll always have a reason to smile.
Whether your busy.
Or simply just don't have the time.
Take a message.
Take a message
arian Nov 2018
how are you?
i want to say
that i'm sorry.
i know that
me telling you
that i'm sorry
wouldn't change anything.
but i haven't heard from you
since the last time we talked,
which was 2 months ago.
there were a lot of things
that reminded me of you.
i wanted to tell you right away,
but i knew i would just bother you.
i miss you.
i'm sorry.
please call me back.
Heather Ann Oct 2018
give me a call when you can:
when you get the chance
or when you wake up, when you have the time--
any one of those three.

9 o'clock,
channel number 57 on your T.V.,
don't call me back.

hey babe,
i just had a question.
no rush to answer it.

i need six letters...
gimme a call.

i want you to remember...

i figured out what i was going to ask you.
i know you're available,
i know you're available.

the phones working again--
i'd like to throw it through the window
but i can't afford a new window.

i wish you'd pick up your phone,
if it's thunder and lightning,
stay out of the cellar.

please call me back.

call me when you get home--
i know you're available.

could you give me a call back?

bye bye.
Fang Xuyokuna Oct 2014
You called me last night
The first time in what felt like weeks
I answered the phone
And all I could do was listen to your voice.

The subtelty in the way you talk
The inflection of every word
The changes in your speech patterns

You're feeling better now...

I'm sorry, what did you say?
It was so nice hearing you again
I just wanted to take in as much of you as I could

The only thing I didn't take in were your words
In all the scrambling in my head to remember your voice
I wasn't ready to piece together your syllables

By the time I was ready, you left me speechless
Your parting words are all I remember now...

"Goodnight, I love you. I'll talk to you later, bye"
It's been a long night and it's almost morning. I've played it back thousands of times, listening to the way you said I love you. Am I crazy or did you really mean it?
Madison Jan 2018
I look to my clock, it’s 2:30 in the morning
I’m reaching for my phone again
But the voice inside my head is screaming “don’t do it”

I start to dial that familiar number
Maybe you’ll answer, can’t help but wonder
“Leave your message at the tone” I knew it

I’m stuck listening to old voicemails from May
It’s the only way I can hear you say
“I love you”, even though I cry every time

Those three words sting me more than ever
When they used to make me feel so much better
Take me back to when you were mine.
dove Dec 2017
{you have 4 missed calls and 1 voicemail from unknown}
{press 1 to play}

hello, i'm sorry to bother you.
i know that you don't know me,
nor do i know you.
but this number belonged to
a friend of mine
that committed suicide
a year or two ago.
she was a really lovely person.
however, she was also
the type of person
that gets a new book
and reads the last page first.
who googles the ending
to the movie before starting it.
which is fine in most cases
because the person usually comes back.
but she stayed.
and i would usually call this number
and it would go to voicemail
and i could hear her voice again.
but this time i heard yours.
and now i don't know what to do.
gabriela Sep 2016
let's talk about curiosity.* let's talk about gas burners and sidewalk cracks and how there are french towns in canada where people who don't know each other greet each other with a kiss on each cheek. this is a collection of all the things you knew would hurt and then did them anyways but made sure i was looking. like all those kisses and trips to petco and looking at me from the drivers side-- don't take your eyes off the road, you'll end up like the rest of them did. let me tell you about how my favorite sounds include the following: crickets, gas burners lighting, coffee brewing, and you on the last train to god knows where but the train is coming soon. i can hear the trembling carts on the railway and i can hear you and your voice sounds like getting drunk off wine and witty jokes, sounds like the mantra of "temptation" but in the most subtle way as if i'd mistake it for something holy just to see if you'd notice, sounds like an epiphany i've waited too long to hear, sounds like every "let's talk about it" and "you look alluring" and "i just couldn't help myself" put into one. but mostly. this is what you're going to have to sit down for, because i won't repeat it. does perpetual comfort exist at your train seat? even when i'm not there? does she sit next to you? or is all the spilled tea pooling at my feet explanation enough?  i won't repeat it. not even to the sidewalk cracks or the broken compasses or the birds or the torn down bus seat behind ours or into your voicemail. i won't. especially not into your voicemail. *because here it is:
he makes me feel a little too much
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