a phone call between ex-lovers
today i finally got the courage to call you. a year had passed since we decided to stop talking, but not a day had gone by without me thinking about you.
for the first few months i sent texts to an empty phone number, talking to a ghost. by month four i gave up.
at a year i finally got the courage to call. i knew you wouldn’t answer, but i’d hear the familiar answering machine and taste the remains of my best friend. swim in nostalgia for the night.
but at the final ring instead of a dial tone i heard your voice (so sweet) and i swear i could taste you in my teeth again.
“you answered.”
“i did.”
you sounded surprised. maybe more than me.
then you said it. and my jaw still aches.
“who is this?”
I don’t call anymore.
being in your 20s is like playing the sims except your sim won’t do any god damn thing you tell them and all your bars are moderately orange to an ugly shade of red
Someone please exit my game



















