"...a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say "wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?" You think i'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I'll swallow you whole. Warsan Shire, I love her poetry." Her voice was soft and sleepy. It was 4:48am and she read to me her favourite bits of poetry. I wish she had the time and the energy to continue, i wish i had the time and energy to listen. Yet sadly the simplicity and calmness in the night was consuming us. Before i knew it her beautiful voice turned into this light snore that echoed through my headphones. I hung up the phone but not before telling her "goodnight, kiddo, i love you" I wish i had stayed on the phone though the whole night.
