sim card | March 24, 2025 (19:56) |

i called and said “i just miss having you”

at least that’s what i could’ve told

if my sim card tolerated that joke. 

trust me, it was more than you can count.

you missed me too less, i forced me to feel less. 

there was much of you, 

forgot my room is mine to book.

my sheets still smell like that one night,

it held you closer than i did for the last time. 

your photos remain untouched,

pretending to win the longest “who can last”

i lost to my best friend,

even myself can’t believe that.

but i do, i miss having you

when there was none, there were scents, and cents, and sense

now i’m praying you’d reach out for my hand.

it’s a loss for you, not yours alone but mine too

flitered all the solidified hurts you made,

so i could drink up the bests of you everyday.

trust me, i’d call you every night,

but it’s not me, my sim card just sabotages all my chances.

i’m still inside.

i miss you,

i’d call but it won’t happen soon.