Heartbroken by Choice

I thought it would be easy to get over you
after all, I’ve already been over you forever
but forever is easily trumped by a moment
when you call me to say,
I know
it’s okay
let’s just talk

Like a dunce I sit on my bed
too stunned to say a word
eek out a breath instead

And here I am, a couple of days
after our crash collision
in me, a series of tears, straightened lines
straining loss from want
you back, just to say,
living without you

the phone sits by my bed
I keep thinking you’ll call
tell me you’ll kiss me goodnight
and tuck my toes in, when I get cold
where will we go tomorrow
when you hold my hand
and what

Why did I only care about you
after you were gone?

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