A memory of her .

There are no grand speeches left behind,
no long farewell wrapped in perfect words,
only a small recording on my phone—
your voice asking me to call you back.

So simple.
So ordinary.
Yet now it feels more precious than gold .

I play it over and over,
holding my breath between each syllable,
listening to the warmth in your voice
as if love itself were speaking through the speaker.

You did not know
that one day this little message
would become a treasure to my grieving heart,
a sacred piece of you
I could carry through the silence.

Though my heart breaks knowing
I can never return that call,
hearing your voice again
feels like being wrapped in your arms.

The memories etched inside my soul
are all I have left now—
your laughter, your strength,
your kindness that carried me through storms.

But oh, this voice message…
this tiny fragment of an ordinary day…
has become a lifeline to you.

Because for a few precious seconds,
you are still here.
Still speaking.
Still loving me.
And I will hold onto that forever