Everything written after 2am and tagged voicemail.
a receipt fell out of the cookbook with her handwriting on it, and i counted the calls i haven't returned.
Some things you only do when the house is empty and it's 2am. Her freezer, her handwriting, and the voicemail I've never finished.
I still pay eleven dollars a month for her phone, and I tell people it's because canceling is a hassle. It isn't. It's the voicemail.
I call your old number sometimes. Not to reach anyone, just for the second of quiet before the voicemail.
My mom called twice today and I let it ring both times. There's a voicemail from Tuesday I still haven't played.