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| image by Sarolta Ban |
She calls the number every day
just to hear his voice on their answering machine
Her friends and the kids say
that it's been long enough
that it's time
but she can't erase the message
It's all she has left of him
After all,
his scent has faded
from his clothes and the bed linen
She no longer gets startled
when she awakens alone
So she clings to this last piece
She won't make him a ghost
at least, not yet
She listens to him say
"Leave your message after the tone"
She pauses, then
whispers "I love you."
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform and
Magpie Tales, Mag 274
