i don't quite know what i expect out of a phone call at one a.m. maybe that it will cross three hundred miles and bring your voice close enough so i can caress its every pause and articulation. maybe that it will somehow make two weeks dissolve into seconds and echo back to life the moments i may have missed. maybe that it will end in i love you. but this technology is a fragile thing, for it can funnel sound across continents and still miscarry what's needed to be heard most.

i don't quite know what i expected from a phone call at one a.m. but it certainly wasn't for a minute between sighs to seem like an hour, like it does when my lungs gasp hopelessly for breath underwater. it wasn't for me to prove that i don't need you, when i may be coming to terms with the fact that i just might. it wasn't for my heart to feel so empty, grasping at the static and the rain to conjure you forth from miles away. i reach out into the morning but a phone call at one a.m cannot fix you. not too long ago, i wouldn't have thought that it needed to.