You may have been my favourite broken
promise,
but I can promise you that I still
catch myself staring at the phone
waiting to hear your voice.
I'd run 10 miles at 2:07am
if it meant I could see your face for
one last second.
It may have been the way my eyes
coressed every outline of
your body.
Or it may have been how your laugh
was so contagious.
Or it may have been how a simple
good bye from you could
swell my throat,
cause a tidal wave
and a broken heart.
