I can't believe that he
finally called me,
but the moment was
anticlimactic~relief
at hearing his voice,
yet no promises
were made and
at the end of the call,
I was still alone.
He asked me if I
hated him and I said,
"No, I miss you"
as he said, "what?
I have a bad connection."
I started to say
about half
a dozen times,
"Come over,"
but the words
never got past
the lump in my throat,
and I feared he
would say no.
If I could have
just held him
for a moment...
If I could have
moved him somehow
with the perfect words,
but there are no
perfect words...
so I let him go
because I didn't
know the rules.
I have never
known the rules.
We are alone,
and I don't know why
we have to be.
He is suffering.
I am suffering,
but his motto remains...