Call me at night,
pretending you dialed the wrong number,
drunk,
and I will lie to myself that it isn’t you,
yet again.
Call me at night,
leaving me stray questions of tobacco,
and I will pretend I can no longer hear you
through the speaker.
Call me at night,
to tell me that you miss me,
and I will tell you it is too late for us.
Call me at night,
to tell me you cannot forget me,
that you want me back upon your pillow,
in your bed.
You can tell me your house has lost
its color,
or say the world has darkened
in my absence.
You can send me bouquets of flowers
and letters.
You can beg forgiveness in salty tears,
with lips trembling in my vision.
You can see me however you wish,
but will I see you as I should?
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC
Call me at night,
pretending you dialed the wrong number,
drunk,
and I will lie to myself that it isn’t you,
yet again.
Call me at night,
leaving me stray questions of tobacco,
and I will pretend I can no longer hear you
through the speaker.
Call me at night,
to tell me that you miss me,
and I will tell you it is too late for us.
Call me at night,
to tell me you cannot forget me,
that you want me back upon your pillow,
in your bed.
You can tell me your house has lost
its color,
or say the world has darkened
in my absence.
You can send me bouquets of flowers
and letters.
You can beg forgiveness in salty tears,
with lips trembling in my vision.
You can see me however you wish,
but will I see you as I should?