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Nopeus
Some grief waits in your contacts list.
It does not cry. It only sits there, under a name you still cannot delete.
Years after my mother died, I called her number by accident.
For one second, before the ringing began, I believed the world might be kind enough to make a mistake.
A woman answered. Not my mother. Just a stranger with the same borrowed line.
I said sorry and hung up, but my hands kept shaking.
How strange, that even numbers move on. Houses get sold. Clothes lose their smell.
Voices leave the machines that held them.
But love stays behind, stubborn and lost, still reaching for a door that has already become a wall.