i think about calling you
like i look at my phone and
i think of what it would be like
to talk to you
because i remember what your voice sounds like
sort of
(or at least i pretend to)
before i put the phone down
and walk away
there is a reason why
you live your life
and i live mine
like there is a reason why
we don't speak
only i forgot
or i forget
or maybe i don't care
i'm messy
with my feelings
i'm careless
with myself
i don't put things where they belong
last night i found my socks
in a pair of shoes
that i have not worn
in weeks
i put them back
in the box
and even put the box
away in the closet
i do things like this when i cannot sleep
i agree
it's not right
the way i keep people
there
at a safe distance
maybe i just want
for you to reach me
no matter
what it takes
you know but as i write this
i think
if i let you
if i let you
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