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I keep calling my mother's voicemail,

though she’s been gone for months,

to hear her voice again

I consider leaving a message, but don’t


Even with loss in bloom,

I’m sure I’ll be stronger soon

Maybe I’ll think of something to say

when the torrent of memories

aren’t crashing in all around me

 

It’s just a simple message to leave

You’ll be there one more time for me

so we can talk about how we’ve been,

here among the ashes

◄ Diamonds on the Water, and Boats at Low Tide

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