voice mail

a fender
bender on the side
of the road
slows
traffic
almost to a stop,
which
gives me
a chance
to call you
and ask how you
are.
but the voice
mail comes
on.
and I hesitate,
unable to
find the words.
so I say
nothing.
leaving an
empty space,
a void
for you to fill
when you get this.