I made a phone call to the wall
Anticipating for an answer
The silence of cracked paint
and my ear listening against cold plaster
was looking for a voice that ceased to exist
Speaking to the wall, I realized
Imagining your presence
Left me feeling hollow and bare
but satisfied at the very same time.
Better to waste breath
than have unsaid words
scavenge my being alive.
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.