Found god

Didn’t answer.
Didn’t recognize the number.
Didn’t think heaven
had signal this late.
But the voicemail?
It wasn’t empty.
It just… waited.
Like silence
was saying something
I forgot how to hear.
I played it back twelve times.
No words.
No white noise.
Just breath.
Not mine.
Not panic.
Just… a presence.
Like someone was standing
on the other side of my grief
not trying to fix it —
just being there.
I found death in a broken 
Didn’t say “I love you.”
Didn’t fix my life.
Just reminded me
I was still dialed in
to something.
Something bigger than pain.
Maybe even bigger than me.
I used to pray
like I was apologizing.
Now I just breathe
and try not to need answers.
Maybe divinity isn’t
a voice booming through the clouds —
maybe it’s
a quiet ringtone at 2:47AM
when you’re thinking
about quitting.
Maybe Deaths not a man.
Maybe She’s
a number you blocked
and forgot why.
Maybe She’s
every call you ignore
out of fear
it might be the truth.
I don’t know what I believe.
But I believe
I was meant to hear that nothing.
That pause.
That breath.
It was too soft to be fake.
Too full to be an accident.
It felt like someone
still wanted me here.
I found God in a missed call.
Didn’t answer.
But I listened.
And in that breath
was every apology
I never gave myself.
Next time She calls,
I might pick up.
Or maybe I won’t.
Maybe it’s not about answering.
Maybe it’s just knowing
you’re still on the list.

Deathcore hybrid modern country metal