Today I got a voicemail from you.
I ignored your call when it came in-
did not want to deal with the grief
of hearing from you after
I had already laid you to rest.
You thanked me for the card
I did not send.
It was the one that I cried over
Now I know how you feel about things.
It is the same way you always have.
It is as if my presence in your story was assumed.
My very existence making it so.