Lungs
i wait for that phone call
staring out my window
sun bleeds in,
the pane condensed like tears
just hearing your voice makes me happy,
inspires me,
just your voice
i wait,
and wait,
until the sun has faded into the horizon,
the darkness begins to flood
finally, that loud ringing
a slight panic,
my heart leaps
come to find out,
it isn't you
it's your mother,
sobbing,
water in your lungs.
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