Sunday, November 19, 2017

mid-call

"i think the wind
finally stopped

it's like 45 degrees
out there

or something"

i can hear you
typing furiously

about one thing
or another

and i stop talking
respectfully

and the silence
goes on and on

but i don't mind
because i'm used
to you

and the things
you do

and i know
that even though
it's quiet now

you'll be talking
a mile a minute
about something

soon as we're done
dwelling
in ourselves

so far away
from each other

(wait)



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