Her Number Is Still Saved

by The Quiet Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Her number remains in my phone under Mom, as if the word could still connect us. I do not call. I also do not delete it. On difficult afternoons, my thumb pauses over the name and remembers the old sequence: ring, hello, what happened? Missing her is sometimes an unanswered contact card.
52 words · 13 lines · Free Verse
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