Some days I wish I could
Put the phone to my ear
And just call you
In two thousand and eighteen
June thirteen
The movie theatre so cold
You wear a rain jacket I own
As your shoulder bone
Leans in to mine
And I can feel the static
Like that first time we were
sitting across the table
Talking bout Black-ish
And Dylan
Or when I was feelin
Down in the dumps
and you told me
It’s just a phase
And I need to get over this hump
Or when you texted me bout The Eels
How they were in your feels
Now we are sitting in a hotel room
Playing all the songs I knew
Playing all these songs for you
But it is twenty twenty
unlike hind sight
It isn’t perfect
And I’m sitting here
Thinking
What is this regarding?
While what I wanna do,
Is put my phone to my ear
And just call you