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i lay in bed at 2 am, hearing silence over the phone. even though we're far away, it feels like we're at home.
i check the speaker every now and then to make sure you're still there, and as you sleep, all i hear is the suffocating summer air.
my heart beats even faster when you mumble in your sleep, small smiles cross my lips as i hear the words you speak.
i can't make them out, but still, i listen intently. every second of your voice is just so comforting to me.
you hate the way you sound, but i think you sound fine. your voice is so perfect, far more perfect than mine.
we spend hours on the phone but neither of us speak, it's just a simple sensation of hearing you next to me.
i fall asleep to the trains on your end, loudly driving past. i wake up to the sound of you, and i pray the moment will last.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
