I need the space to take a photo of a bill

I need the space to take a photo of a bill,

But I see her name on the screen, standing still.

Four years ago she left a message to say

That she’d found a sweater on sale for a play.

Her voice is too fast and her laugh is too bright,

A spark of a person who didn't feel right.

I listen to zero-one-four until the end,

And save it again like a digital friend.