602 hours

You enjoy the time difference don’t you? Get to abuse the pleasure Of rolling over In an empty bed Dream about brunettes In red lace Whispering your name Without the guilt Of my jealousy Constantly pulling at your hand Mediate your worries away Drink coffee Impersonating alcohol in your veins But preach To others you’ve turned your life around While living states away From those you love the most And even those You pretend to carry such warmth for You knew All you had to do Was make me blush By spewing promises That you would rather make With someone else But it got you A place to stay For the holidays Suddenly thousands of miles Away Became close enough to touch Yet the bed I made For you Remained empty Apathetic apologies Leaking off Your tongue With every Passing Hour While I sat looking my best In red lace Watching wet mascara stain my hands 602 hours shared Between us Yet no ache No yearning No desire to hold me At least once You flew home Discarding me From your mind Admiring My pictures With someone else’s face Wishful thinking She Will reply to your message Cause what is there If there is No chase? I hope she never answers Cause after twenty plus years your bed is still at your dad’s house It creaks With no real responsibility Just the sound of fast food wrappers, movies on full volume And the door locking Cause the world doesn’t understand you You’ll trip up And end up showing her the vast dryness The never ending emptiness That I’ve come to know When I looked Into your soul And she’ll understand too Why you have a counterfeit Muscular shell you show off