How is it our voices do not age as quickly as our bodies? Our minds seem to hold on to the spirit of our youth as much as our faces and bodies betray us.
I get the messages from my answering service and the voices are the same. You are twenty. He is 23, she is ageless and always 18.
I love listening to your voices.
They remind me of who I am.
Your voices of my youth remind me of who I was.
They remind me of who I am to be.
They remind me of promises.
They remind me of dreams
They remind me of my course.
My road taken.
I was not here when you called. But I heard your voice. I appreciate your call, your attempt to make contact with me.
You did make contact with me.
Yesterday and today.
Thank you for calling me.
Thank You.
2 responses so far ↓
1 tc // Oct 11, 2008 at 9:48 pm
As always, the ever-poetic lover of life—-thank you for the thoughts, the insights, the connections
2 Joe S. // Oct 13, 2008 at 1:50 pm
Thank you for your generous comment.
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