…says my name. …talks to me about nothing. …wishes me well. …says I look nice. …asks how I am. …bids me farewell knowing he’ll see me again soon. …asks me to call him.
It’s his voice that I fall in love with when I can’t see him. I hear his voice and I picture his eyes gazing into mine. I can feel his touch on my back, on my chest. I can feel his breath as we are close.
And now I have Frank’s voice saved in the most wonderful message from him on my voicemail. He’s never left me a message before. I know I need to delete it but I just can’t. Not now. Not until I bore myself to tears listening to it.