You carry strands of her hair in your pocket
I know these things
And when you miss her you string them through your fingers
Playing a song that twists my world like aluminum
Only because I wish I was beautiful enough
To be missed like that
To the point where just hearing my voice would be enough to stuff pipecleaners down everyone else's throats
And shut yourself into a book full of inside jokes and drink samples only we know about
So the only sound would be our breathing
As you hugged the phone closer to your ear
Wishing my words were more than just syllables smashed between a page of our brilliant business ideas and the thoughts of your synapses
Leaving you wond'ring as the connection collapses
Why you can't tell her