And one day, When I couldn’t sleep, I waited for her. Her presence didn’t calm me like before, But her voice did.
And I felt a shameful sadness when she called Because I was angry Because I’d only hear it for a minute. Even if I said that her voice made everything better, She would still sleep, With the microphone seemingly mute.
So I cried out the frustration And guilt Of being with someone, But still being alone.