i get tired on the phone to you

after we’ve said all we have
to say about our day
and the line is filled with the white noise of our background lives
crackling in and out

hear me out, i say
there’s no point in delaying
what we already know to be true
and that is
i miss you

the rest of this call might as well be spent
with the exchanging of short, saturated words
but know that i am content to sit in your silence
and to imagine the borders of our lives blurred

until finally we are pulled out of half-sleep
and i realise we can’t keep
not talking
until the morning