all the bravado is gone
i am left with words that
may {or may not} still have meaning.
i don’t know how to reach her.
how to make her listen.
last leap left me longing for
another chance. but
i can’t go back and say
put down your phone.
put down the covers.
sit up and look at me.
look at me, for once.
look at me, please.
that night is gone,
merely a mist of a memory,
lingering softly in the archives
of my failures and faults.
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