It never rings.
You picked up.
You never pick up.
I couldn't speak.
It's usually just your voicemail.
I couldn't speak.
The sound of your real voice steamrolled me.
It was maybe a millisecond.
It was an endless moment.
All at once.
The world stop spinning on its axis.
Call me back.
Let's talk about it.
I won't be able to speak.
But I am happy to listen.