“喂，ＸＸ？我 － ”
I forgot that you left for Taipei yesterday. I called you and a voice told me to leave a message. There was something that had to be said and I was going to spit it out, but it got stuck at the back of my throat and I swallowed it down, back into the depths of my stomach, ready to be digested and absorbed into the rest of my bloodstream. And now I can’t even bring myself to vomit it out just for you.
There are a lot of things to say between us, but a silence hangs thinly between the both of us. It’s not thick enough that we can’t see each other, but it’s translucent enough for me to lose sight of you. Walk too far away and I really can’t see you.
We’re not even timezones apart and you called very late one night, or very early one morning - it doesn’t matter. I didn’t pick up your phone call even though I was awake. What would you say? What would I say? Instead, I let it ring and later, I just played the voice mail you left for me.
Who even does that anymore? Who even leaves voice mail messages anymore? I hate you.