i wrote your number down
even though i'll never call you
i don't care if that's weird
i only wanted to know what it would feel like to see it in writing

i wonder about your voice
what it would sound like to hear you say
"i hate you"
or
"i never did."
maybe we could talk about the weather up north
or the politics down here in the south
(they're not heading in any other direction)
we could talk about how my flowers never bloomed
how your job at the pizza parlor is going
or how we're running out of time

anything would do
anything
just to fill the one thing
that is filling all these miles between us

silence
oh, the deafening silence
how it jars with my ears
battles with my brain
messes with my mind

from time to time i hear you
i wonder if you can hear me too