Those 4am Calls

Did you think it would last?

I recalled those 4am calls with a shudder,

after you had been drunk several hours.

I was just a travelling companion,

part of your caravan of hurt lovers.

You said I was the only one,

but what was stopping you from action?

I could have visited you everyday,

but you stopped calling.

Except for at 4am.

Was it a lie?

I hope you're reading this right now,

so you know what I think.

I've found a girl who likes me,

and guess what? I'm only number 3.

Not 3, or 4, or maybe 5.

I know my place with her, there is no lie.

So now, as the plane is taking off,

and I'm leaving it all behind,

good luck with that life of yours.

I hope you make it past the feeding trough.

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