Voicemail, Unplayed
by Eva
· 08/12/2025
Published 08/12/2025 20:27
My phone lit up, a cruel blue
'Storage full.' I scrolled,
deleting old photos of meals I forgot.
Then I saw it.
Your name.
The date, years back.
And under it, small, exact: 0:27.
I didn't play it.
Didn't need to hear the crackle
of your voice, or the careful words
you left that day,
a small gift, a time capsule of you.
It's still there.
Taking up space.
A piece of data,
heavy as a stone.
Unplayed.