Polaroids Lost in Time

2 am

Blank stares at my phone and I don't know if I should call.

With every passing minute, is another minute stalled.

I know you might not answer or not even be awake.

But I really want to hear your voice, just for old times sake.

A single digit dialed, then another, then one more.

A three, then a nine, then an eight, then a four.

But pressing the dial button- that's the hardest bit.

I stand, then walk, then pace, then I sit.

A strand of courage surges through and my fingertip meets the phone.

But a voice that is not yours tells me that you are not alone.

I knew I shouldn't have but I did so anyway. 

Now I know better not to call the following day.