Call me at 2am
and tell me
you miss me now,
you don’t remember the last time someone laughed at you the way I did,
you wanted me to stay but were too afraid of what it would have meant for us,
you are ready now,
you want to change the world but only with me by your side,
you keep my scruffy love notes under your pillow,
you started to take up reading again in hopes of being closer to me,
every empty room in the house feels like it is spilling over with memories of me,
at night you drown in dreams about the smell of my hair and the colour of my eyes when I talk about the things I love,
at least once a week you think about buying plane tickets,
even after all this time you would travel around the entire globe to come see me if I asked you to,
you have been trying to follow my recipes in the cookbook I wrote for you.
You never seem to get the dishes right;
something is missing,
something is always missing.
I think it’s the love.
Call me at 2am
and tell me
you miss me now,
and tell me
you love me now.
Mean it.
Cry yourself to sleep
because I stopped loving you
a long time ago,
because I started living again
a long time ago.
