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Voicemail
You have no new messa-- forget it. Just go about your day and don’t think about him. Push him to the side of your already crowded mind, like a file being tucked away at the very front of a filing cabinet where it’s easy to retrieve at any given point. He asked you for time, so be a good
friend and provide that for him. “Friend”. The weirdest connotation I never would have thought I would describe myself as. And to him. Better than “stranger”. Be something of a guardian angel for him. Without the angelic wings and glowing aura, protect him in ways you can and answer his prayers of need. Give him the time he needs to find himse-- You have reached the voicemail box of--

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I wrote this poem because it embodied the anxiety I felt all the while I was in a certain relationship. Checking my messages every minute, my voicemails, trying to call him only
once every few weeks (because obviously we don't want to seem desperate of a reply). I tried to sum up all of the feelings I had in this time, constantly having to tell myself to relax and take a step back and reminding myself that this was what he needed, and maybe even what I needed as well.