Edge

I sit and I listen Watch the phone Wait for your ring Even knowing you may not call, keeps me on edge I guess I like being on edge It gives me a sense of excitement The excitement I must look forward too. It gives me that senses of comfort that I beg for I continue to listen in the house to hear you, even though I know you are no longer here The somber sound of your sleeping breath reminded me of comfort Gave me hope...I guess? In the morning we would brew our day over brewed coffee Planning our adventures not our leap from the edge