He calls, and I fade back to when sheets were all we knew,
I can feel touches on my skin, words are all I need,
Simple words, simple sentences, things like “I miss you”.
And that’s all it takes, giving into hurt, allowing it to feed.
I’ve cried too many times, used different excuses, different blames,
None of which addressed you, turning ears away,
Don’t know if you feel like this, unsure if you do the same,
But right now it feels as if all of this, just isn’t worth the say.
Why is it that we always want things that are too close?
Yet these things, we cannot have,
When before, we were privileged to an overdose,
In the past, that was what we had.