the silence on the other end of the phone
the stillness in the shadow of your presence
the complete and utter inability
the moment your heart doesn't just skip a beat
but probably face plants in its own internal dialogue
but does that mean...?
kinda like how everything can be going great
and the work is the work is the work is the work
I want to be doing
and routine is routine is routine is routine.
oh. so you're doing fine. that's good. me too.
finished your book yet?
seeing someone new?
miss me much?
i don't miss you at all.
i hardly think about you anymore
and at first it was because it was too much
and now perhaps it's just not enough
until signs of you appeared
and everything stop.ped.