i miss how reliable you used to be;
whether it was 3pm or
3am
you were there,
picking up the phone, bleary-eyed and tired
face immediately creasing with concern
ready to calm my shaking body with
your velvet words
or celebrate my latest success
with excitement as if it were your own.
now, you don’t pick up the phone
i’ve stopped calling you
cause what’s the point
when i know you just don’t care anymore.
-a.c.b