It's 1:21am.
And I would've still been on the phone with you, had it not gone all wrong.
Now I just lie in a mattress of emptiness & an ambiance of lightlessness.
Listening to lyric-less piano chords remixed with the memories of you and me.
And how we used to be.

I hope that someday,
Just as every overplayed song on the radio,
This melody will fade out.
Never to be heard again.