Your Voice is a therapy
but now we don't talk on call.
So I hear your voicemails
Which contains magic,
Of your voice.
I play it on my headphones
and I find you around my head.
Playing with me,
like we used to do
On calls.
When I start missing you
I listen to those voicemails
Where you were telling me
How much you love me
and I feel your kiss on my ears.
We can't talk right now
and I am left with your voicemails,
containing magics.
But still, I want to talk on call
because sometimes
I don't need your kiss
on my ears but my forehead.
~Praphull
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