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…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.