I could never forget your voice, haven't heard it in a
while; that was your 
choice. Months feel like years...that voice still leaves a
ring in my ears. It 
used to be my favorite, like a chosen dish I'd savor it.
Finally deleted that 
last voice mail, later contemplated the third rail. Without
your voice it's damn 
quiet. It's as if these ears are forced to diet. Restraining
them from they're 
most adored sound. How I wish it would just come back
around.