He dialed the numbers from memory...a still fine and perfectly etched set of numbers in his mind that may as well have been the combination to some lock in his brain...it was unforgettable.
He listened to the expected tones of ringing, never expecting her to pick up...and when she didn't and her soft bit of southern-voice started speaking in her voice message he inhaled slightly...like he could breath her in from the distance...
"Hey he started, walking around so that his words flowed naturally and fluidly...like he just had a thought and decided to call...which was of course not true. She permeated him, his thoughts, his mind, and she saturated him, her memory, her mind and in this morning she was a presence, a weight and he wanted to tell her that...wanted to explain how it enveloped him like a shawl, like a warming cloth that was placed on his neck, soothing, tender. She was in his bones, well past his head, and he had a tremendous absence that he knew she might be able to replace...even if it was just her voice...even if it was just the ghost speak of an outgoing voice message. Because even that soft dulcet song of her name and her brief words of being unable to answer the call were enough for him to drink in and continue...enough of a snippet to find him home. Enough of a noise to pierce his ear and let her fall into his brain and spread slowly against his thoughts.
She was on his mind this morning...unusually so...and he wanted to share that with her.
I just wanted to say that I was thinking of you.
He hung up.
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