I keep calling my mother\'s voicemail,
though she’s been gone for months,
to hear her voice again
I consider leaving a message, but don’t
I will though, but not just now
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow
Even with loss in bloom,
I’m sure I’ll be stronger soon
Maybe I’ll think of something to say
when the memories aren’t crashing in all around me
It’s just a simple message to leave
You’ll be there one more time for me
so we can talk about how we’ve been
here among the ashes