he was so angry with himself
as he listened to the message again.
she had called to remind him of something,
which irritated him at the time.
she ended with "i love you,"
before hanging up the phone.
it was out of habit and luck
that he didn't delete it right away.
a few weeks later,
she died in an accident,
and he mourned for days
and weeks and years.
he knows he must let go,
to delete the last scrap
of her existence
she left him before she passed.
clutching his cell tight,
he listened to it again,
finger hovering over delete,
before failing yet again.
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