Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

• call at three •

I still wait for a call at 3am, with that husky low voice of yours on the other end reminding me that you love me.

That call to make sure everything was okay.

To make sure I knew I was yours and you were mine.

While you made your silly jokes, and messed up your words due to how tired you were.

That call that would sometimes last till 6 in the morning, and sometimes only consisted of the words 'I love you'.

An hour later and I'm still waiting, as I remember everything we did and said.

To wake up to my phone buzzing at a ridiculous hour - just to roll over and see your name on the screen; making me smile.

I would do anything to hear your voice again, to hear you sound asleep on the other end.
To hear those three words again, and be able to finally fall asleep without drowning in thoughts.