(from a payphone in Perth)

You call every other week, and I don’t answer.

I listen to your voice hearing you say the things I like to hear, but it’s too late to do anything about it, and that’s why I just listen, remembering the way your hand fit in mine, knowing your nuances and your body movements-and I don’t answer-

This morning you called and said "if my father hadn't died we'd still be together."
I almost called you back. But I didn't.

(you said your crazy soon to be ex-husband might have my phone tapped)

You keep calling, and I don't answer.  One day you'll get the hint.