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Message from a forgotten voice

Added on by David S. Hooker.
I had just sat down for lunch
When I noticed a message from her on my phone.

It had been three years since we last spoke,
Enough time to forget the sound of our voices
Without complaint.

Like most of our conversations before
It ended with, “Goodbye,”
Hoping, this time,
It was a promise she could keep.