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Recalling a Voice

You used to defy gravity.
Such imponderable buoyancy,
lifted me.
came the ballast
of your grief. 
A millstone as incalculable
as the number of angels,
could fit on the head of a pin.
You claimed a voice within 
could not be consoled.
I wait by a silent phone;
hoping you’ll call,
lifting me
from the depths
of your despair.
But I need to hear
the voice
I recall.

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