I am waiting by the phone, expecting your call, but I know I am waiting in vain.
The days of hearing your voice are long gone, and I am beginning to lose the memory of how you sound.
Your last words still play in my head the day you spoke them to me, but I am afraid they play out in my voice now because yours is no longer heard.
Oh, how I wish I could hear your voice one more time.
I would lock it in a vault for safekeeping, and on days when I have forgotten what you sound like, I can unlock the vault to remember the sound of your beautiful voice that spoke to every part of me.
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