9 more days and your last voicemail will expire tipping into the virtual void "just wanted to say hi" "kids, don't torture the cat!" I've listened to it a hundred times My replacement phone arrived last week, the third broken screen not containing the cryptc txt msgs - a quick connection not containing the picture of a broken arm not containing your ringtone, a perky jangle My wallpaper, back to whimsical moons and sea creatures Screen saver, blank screen (still have all of the photos) The festive boop of a buddy pounce when you sign in (the one that would cause me to drop everything) - quiet I've been driving in silence lately, too Maybe it will be days between the grinding stomach of your name in my inbox Maybe the chats over IM will be shorter The music will return So much shared, mediated by bytes and wires We had to come here
{ 2007 06 18 }
roxy
| 18-Jun-07 at 2:48 pm | Permalink
That’s so hard…
But you write it so beautifully. *hug*
Anonymous
| 18-Jun-07 at 4:02 pm | Permalink
Phew.
Mrs. Chicken
| 18-Jun-07 at 6:57 pm | Permalink
Achingly beautiful.
thordora
| 19-Jun-07 at 10:18 am | Permalink
I’m listening to Damien Rice as I write this and read this. How appropriate.
jase
| 19-Jun-07 at 10:27 am | Permalink
…give my gun away when it’s loaded
Heather (AmeriMama)
| 20-Jun-07 at 12:46 pm | Permalink
I have an audio cassette from my folks’ answering machine of my late aunt (who we lost at age 34 to a massive heart attack) yelling at us all to “Get your hineys out of bed! It’s camping day! Wake up! Get up!” and laughing - it’s from the summer before she passed.
When I’m in a crummy mood, I play it. It makes me laugh, and it helps.
jase
| 20-Jun-07 at 12:52 pm | Permalink
Heather - Funny. You’re not the first person to think this was about Anna. Which it could easily have been. Love is deep and universal.
bine
| 20-Jun-07 at 1:40 pm | Permalink
after every separation i had a couple of songs or even whole records that were “burned” for me, that i just couldn’t listen to any more because they carried too many memories, regardless of who was on the leaving side. some of it came back on after a while, some of it i can’t even listen to today. why do we always leave a big part of ourselves behind? well, thinking about it, i guess it has to be that way, like we need to kick out some old stuff to get ready for a new home …
jase
| 20-Jun-07 at 1:49 pm | Permalink
bine - You and I are so often on the same wavelength. This is exactly what I was thinking about over the last day or two. A few songs I just can’t listen to right now. Really a whole genre. See all the Zero 7 to the left… Cleaning house is fucking hard and sad.