her heart was racing, skipping beats
the phone was ringing and i was climbing out of a dream, clutching tightly to this boy i’ve found myself replacing you with. yr call came unwelcomed and as a surprise, i suppose you don’t suspect that. I remember what it felt like being eighteen, but I’m not her. I will never be her. I take yr call until I realize I’m more tired than excited to hear yr voice whisper sweet drunken nothings from across the Rockies. You only use yr voice to say nothing.