Memories can be fun and haunting,
my telephone answering machine ring,
but verbal messages are very daunting,
all messages, I cannot erase a thing,

So whenever I do a playback,
voices of those long gone are there too,
my aunt who passed away still on track,
the ex whose voice whispers I love you,

So apart from memories in my mind,
this phone holds its own memories too,
so a picture in my memory and a voice I can find,
at times it can be a comfort when am blue,

I have tried to delete all,
some voices have those heart strings pull,
yet it still continues to take that missed call,
I now wonder if this phone will ever become full.