I should have been sleeping.

I was tired, I had worked all day,

my toes still tingling from my weight

splayed upon my feet as I ran

home in time to anticipate

your voice

somehow 

would defy the usual lull of silence.

I should have been sleeping.

If I was, I wouldn't not be weeping

with that emptiness in my chest

knowing I could try my best

but never fix the rest

and that when you said you'd call

it was words and that was all

for if actions spoke louder,

yours weren't even audible.

Not even a whisper.

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