Midnight phone calls alleviate the stresses of the day
Your voice dances in my eardrums, fills my brain, then melts away
The face to face, the summer days, the things that I miss most
I stare at my reflection until I turn into a ghost
I float into my room, shut my eyes, and rest my head
But my mind is racing, contemplating all the words I’ve ever read
I play back all the compassionate (and hurtful) things we’ve ever said
Still, I’m thankful for these moments when I’m reminded I’m not dead
