I am waiting for you
to say I love you
into the phone one more time
quiet
so white noise almost catches it and
carries it to static
before I hear
Waiting for you
to pull me to your chest
and let me lay against
your heartbeat
our skin bare
and warm
and slathed in
slotted sunlight from your window
I am waiting for you to leave me
with the clouds
the songs and the crumbs we've let
fall behind us
so you can come back
find me in a thicket of spindly
branched trees
cold grass in a park
thick sheets
wrapped in your arms
listening to your heart
beat
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