Frustration dented my ear
as I pressed the phone against it,
venting to friends that would listen.
The seconds uncounted
with your absence on my mind,
yet warmth unshared exists here,
in my bed, as you text me you’re cold.
Or don’t text at all;
find me the minutes
between responses,
I’ve built a relationship in your silence.
Still I rush to end worried calls
when your name sours my screen,
my lips comfort your lonely sleep
even knowing they split on these niceties.
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