at night

Before my world crumbled down

I used to lay in my bed at night

with the telephone in hand, 

pressed to my clammy cheek

leaving pink spots on my face

I used to listen to his words

back when they made me feel something. 

and I let their magnitude flow through me

and hit my bloodstream like THC

I loved him so much more

than he could ever love me.

Author's Note

at night