his name
buzzing in my hand
quit spelling myself out
swipe a tear infested screen
instead
smile once i hear him
speak
humming in my ear
warmth through the glass
poke at old windows
pan for words
as i ramble on
he laughs a little so i
copy that
feels like
fresh air, still
everything inside
is calling me names
dumb for walking and talking in
circles
why even try to explain?
hang the hell up
you've got nothing to say
for yourself
but he called me out
of that maze
for a moment
so here's my heart
plain and shamed and open
i am too lucky
to be called
his