The Memory of a Voice

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.