His voicemail

 You met him on a random Monday in a bookstore,
Bumped into him and his books fell onto the floor,
Out of shock, you stumbled and accidentally swore,
He laughed, and the sound made your heart soar,

Conversations between you were so effortless,
The happiness he brought you was measureless,
Months of being together in complete bliss,
He said if he didn’t marry you he’d be remiss,

Two days before the wedding his mother called,
Said there had been an accident, your heart stalled,
Staring at the new bookshelf he had just installed,
Your world shattered and on the ground you bawled,

You knew he was gone, wouldn’t answer his phone,
His body laid to rest underneath dirt and a stone,
It did you no good to listen to his voice after the tone,
But you just couldn’t handle the feeling of being alone,

Weeks passed, yet the pain just would not go away,
The sun was shining outside but all you saw was grey,
Strong winter winds made the trees bend and sway,
Calling his number, his voicemail kept the tears at bay,

Months passed, and winter turned to spring,
Your neighbours bought a brand-new swing,
You called again just to hear his voice after the ring,
People moved forward, you held on to the sting,

Years passed, people moved on, you stayed dejected,
The idea of you moving on without him was rejected,
His voicemail message is what kept you collected,
Until you called and the number was disconnected.


-Amy x