And the phone rings
And the phone rings
Your name splashed across my screen
I answer but you are not there
Were you ever?
A thousand times my hand has hovered
Balanced over your number
Torn between wanting
Knowing what will happen
Clinking glasses, muffled voices
Straining, to hear you again
Waiting, wanting, hoping
But it’s too late
Too late to be calling me
Another reckless accident
The definition of us
A fitting epitaph in echo
Then ended, so you know
I delete the number, again
So it can’t be me
It never was me.
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