Voicemail From You Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I remember the first
voicemail, I got from you.
It was in July of 1998,
after a six week teaching practice,
at Waitaki Boy’s High.

You rang at 2.05 p.m.
I wrote every single detail down;
after comforting myself,
with the longed for, heart struck sound;
of your voice; over and over again.


Your immortalized words were
Hi Terry Louise here.
Just rang to have a chat.
I got your letter.
Yea you know.
Oh I’m speechless.
I’ll phone you some other time.
Bye.
I wonder if you will ever know,
how much; hearing from you meant to me.


The second voicemail,
weeks later; was at 10.17 a.m.
It was the day,
after the first night;
I ever kissed you.

My stomach was in butterflies;
just with the expectation;
of greeting you, seeing you, again.
To hold you in my arms;
was far beyond; my expectations then.


Hello Paul this message
is not for you.
This is for Terry but anyway.
Hi Paul.
Terry I enjoyed seeing you
last night.
It was so nice.

I am, I just felt,
so warm next to you;
and I enjoyed your kisses,
on my arms,
and just cuddling you;
and I miss you.
Bye.


So often,
you have said good-bye;
since then,
my dearest dearest friend.

I wish,
upon all the stars and the planets too;
that one day,
we shall never; never; say good-bye again.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock