She sits in the silence
pondering the last few months.
Snow falls outside
and she doesn't know what to make of what is left.
His name comes across her phone and
she rolls her eyes.
Why waste her time?
Why does she feel like she needs to answer?
She declines,
she resists.
And for a moment she just closes her eyes
and she remembers his smile and his
stupid jokes and she smiles, falling onto the mattress.
And his name comes across again.
And she can't resist.
She picks it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi"
"Why?"
"I-"
"Don't."
"But-"
"Don't do it, please."
"Just let me. Let me screw this up. Let me do it. Because I feel it."
"Felt."
"Please-"
But the line dies
and she sits there.
The boy she remembers,
is no longer in the man she knows.
