You talk to me in my dreams, your silence shattered by the ties between us, and I delight in our ability to remain connected. I hope you are okay out there, because things are hard.
I wish I could see you, hear your soft drawl and tease you for your mumbling, feel your long limbs around me. It’s two am and all I want to do is ring you.
Maybe you felt the same when you rang me in the early hours, or maybe you were just drunk and ringing everyone, in the way that you do that.
Do you miss my voice, the way it feels when I wrap my arms around you? Do you write about me at 2am?