I miss you

I want to pick up the phone and say hey it’s me. I want to listen to you roll every syllable together in that funny, rushed way I loved. To hear the safety of your voice down the line and not think about anything at all. To spin a story about my day where you’re still the one I want to tell.

The bitter has been sweetened by wine and time; when I heard your name just now it made me smile. I think this might be what they mean by the end. When the hurts and the pain have gone away, how it really just comes down to this:

The sudden desire to say hey it’s me – and how I keep the phone in my pocket.

 

I miss you at body, remember

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