We used to sneak our way into evening calls on the landline,
In those early 2000',
As kids that knew no better,
We shared hand holds and knew no envy.
Not much has passed, but much has changed,
We barely send a text here and there,
And I know we don't hold onto metaphors of warm bodies in the sheets,
But remember sometimes only hands were enough to make us stop to breathe.
Yet I still hold your love,
As what was closest to my heart,
As you were the first thing my hands reach out to
When I find myself in dark.
So let me try it once more,
Go back to your parents house,
I still remember the number very well,
Let me love you through the landline.
