"I wanted to hear your voice today. So, I called your answering machine again."
This is a monologue that I had written ages ago. It was actually inspired entirely after I that specific phrase came into my mind.
How many, who have suffered the loss of a loved one, have found themselves in such a situation, just to hear their voice? How else do you find comfort, when the rest of the world has gone dark and silent to eyes blind and senses dulled?