To Have Loved and Lost

They say it takes around 160 psi
to break a human bone.
But I feel my entire skeleton shattering
as I listen to the voicemail
you left that night.
You thanked me for everything,
apologized for everything,
asked for forgiveness.
You talked,
and cried,
for twenty-four minutes.
You sobbed,
and laughed,
about the times we'd had.
You asked me to remember.
I'm listening now
and I'll tell you this-
I remember.
I remember,
and it's breaking my heart
and all the rest of me.
They told me I was the only one
you called, and I believe it.
I miss you more than
I thought was possible
and this voicemail is both
my most treasured
and most loathed posession.
It is the last of you,
and has led to what feels like
the last of me.