#voicemail
my phone was on silent,
and i missed his call.
“i called you by accident,”
he said, when i rang back,
“i have nothing to say.”
nineteen minutes later,
his sweet sound of nothing
was still on the line,
untangling his day.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
Hey, its me um. This is going to be the last time that i call you. I’ve tried to call you so many times and there’s just no response and I feel like the more that I push you to tell me why you left the more you're disappearing. So I figured I’d just leave a voicemail this one last time.
I think the reason why I'm trying so hard to get you to give me an answer it's just because I felt happy with you. And now I don't, I feel miserable.
Recently I realised you were never the reason I was happy. I just allowed myself to be happy with you. And I know now that I don't need you to answer me to get closure. And i think it's time for me to discover how to be happy alone and I actually have you to thank for leaving me so that i can discover that
So thank you for the good times and uh yeah, i guess this is goodbye uh yeah
bye.
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 5:42 PM UTC
a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.
A.C.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC
Hi, you have reached the voicemail box of Syreena Phelps. I am either working, sleeping, or too depressed to answer the phone. Leave your name, number, and a reason for me to live, and I'll get back to you as soon as I am mentally able. Thanks!
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:48 PM UTC
hey.. i'm sorry i didn't call. i actually wanted to, but, well, you know me.
you remember that first time we stayed up until five in the morning? i told you that i only know the kind of love that slowly rips your heart. maybe it's because all i've ever known about love was from the kind that came from ****** up people — my mom, my estranged dad, charles bukowski. her. there'll be always be something in me that will crave the recklessness, the emotional distances, running red lights and messing around. you see, to me love was walking straight into greek fire, but you make me feel like it's divine — just staying put and watching the flames with your head laid on my chest.
so it's not that i don't want this. maybe i do, with a newfound intensity that terrifies me. there, i said it.. and it's unsettling, you see. cause i don't know how to love you with the kind of love that doesn't involve destruction. i don't know how i can love you without greek fires burning us — sinking us. so it's easier this way. telling you that this is going nowhere and that i can't love you. i can't love you. ********* i can't love you.
please. forget i ever said anything.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 6:37 AM UTC
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
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
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?
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
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
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
hey
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.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
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.
sorry.
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.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
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"
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
{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.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
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:
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Hey, it's me again
I know you said you'd call back later
But I'm calling to let you know that I had a better day
I didn't cry
I didn't hide
I didn't stray away
I miss you so much it hurts
Please come home soon
I did the laundry and the dishes
I even finally dusted our room
Our bed feels empty without you
I keep a few pillows on your side
The nights feel colder and longer
But I can't wait to be your bride
I know you will be back soon
You called and said so
I replay your voicemail twelve times a day
But I still wish you didn't have to go
Your trip is taking too long
I like it better when I wake up in your arms
Time goes so slow when you're gone
Plus now I have to remember to set my own alarms
We are getting married next month
I cannot wait to start our lives
So hurry home so we can taste cakes
And teach each other how to dance right
Goodnight my handsome fiancé
I guess you're still pretty busy
But it's been a year and I think it is about time
For you to call me back or let me know that your plane landed fine
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
I remember stardust
It fell from your words with every goodnight
Like a soft trickle it would ease me to sleep
Every night your words floated in the air until the light joined me again
Your words were sometimes sharp
When I drove the car into the ditch you showed your fangs
Not as a threat, but, in a hostile way to hide your worry
Even through scarce breaths you managed to ease me
The voicemail is all that is left
Of years and years of memories
I haven't seen stardust since your mother passed,
You laid it in the coffin next to her and buried it alive
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Hi this is Nena's phone, I can't come to the phone right now
I'm on a journey
I don't really know I am anymore
you can leave a message but chances are I probably won't return it any time soon
if its an emergency hang up now and call 9-1-1! I can't help you!
Don't try to find me because I'm on a journey
somewhere between the past and the future
I don't really know when I will be back
but if you are in this for the long haul
please leave a message at the tone
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
The first thing that you forget, when you stop talking to someone is the sound of their voice.
So I suggest with every voicemail you receive, save it.
Whether it be from your grandma or your aunt or your boyfriend
You'll miss them sooner or later if they leave you.
When It's a healthy time for you, and you miss them a lot,
You'll still have their voice.
The way they spoke, every lisp every stutter
You'll hear it in that old voicemail.
I once loved a boy.
Some know most of the story, some only know half
But only he and I know every end and out of that year and a half.
I still have his voicemails,
but they aren't only the happy ones.
Matter of fact, he only left me a voicemail when he was angry or when he had news he couldn't keep to himself long enough.
I deleted the happy ones after we broke up.
But I didn't do it because I was angry,
I did it because I wasn't worthy.
And yet, they're still in my trash bin waiting, ready to be recovered.
Because some days, I wonder if he's happy.
Then I'll hear his voicemail telling me he got his GED.
And it was because of me.
Because some days I wonder if he misses me
Then I'll hear his voicemail telling me he loves me and always will
See, I have a problem: I'm a hoarder
I horde voices.
I horde the sound of laughs and cries,
I horde the angry and the happy times.
I take them all and keep them close.
And I try and keep phones for as long as I can.
Because when the phone goes,
So do the voices that I hold dear.
So darling if you wonder if I still have every old voicemail you've ever sent me the answer is clear.
If I miss you, I press my phone to my ear.
But now it's been so long that your voice scares me.
The old voicemails sit and take up my data since I'm too afraid to delete them.
That means your gone forever
And while I may have broken your heart I hope you forgive me
And I hope this voicemail makes you smile.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
*I hate getting calls and the voice mails that always follow,
like the rainbow after rain.
the only exception was,
to here your long gone voice,
again.
but there was no rainbows
to follow this storm.*
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Physically I’m here
But mentally I’m away
I’m out on vacation
With my Lord today
Praising Him for my blessings
Thinking about His forgiving soul
Doing good things in His name
And learning of my God-given role
It’s an all-expense-paid trip
But am I worth the expense?
I am but a mere sinner
That asks for my hands to be rinsed
My faith gives Him the credit
My baptism makes me His son
And if I stay on the right path
I will arrive at His mansion when life is done
So now you know where I am
You should come; it’s not hard to find
Or leave me a message and I’ll get back to you
If I return to my worldly mind
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
He left "I love you" on the voicemail
And now I know it's true
The voice my ears attuned to hear
Preserved in amber sweetness
No hallucination of the mind
So my heart melts in my veins and
I can't help but smile
Clutch my chest
Curl my toes
And the door of my world creaks open
As my eyes flood with light.
This is what happy is like
When I forget to be afraid.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC