Sometimes I pick up the phone
About to call,
Then I remember...
I can't.


Why is your number
Still live in my contacts?
I know you're no longer party to life,
not here to take my call,
but my dreams
tell otherwise;
they keep telling me lies.

You should stop visiting my sleep.

Real life - is just too real.
I feel it when I wake,
so too the saline behind these eyes,
crippling my thoughts,
yet they say;
experience
makes one wise.

I've seen too much.
I've missed your calls.
Do you know
I barely remember your voice?

Hello?



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