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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.
Tags
Deathcore hybrid modern country metal
4:00
No
5/21/2025