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In the long hours of daylight,

your phone call at night was 

my favorite part to end the day.

we'd talk about every little thing,

and also absolutely nothing,

till we get drunk in lethargy.

Days turn to week and months.

the phone line had made the

distance warm and bearable. 

but conversations grew shorter,

discussion became denser.
how dull of a routine it became.

Silence began to take its lead role when,

i'd shiver although we're not apart.

tears & thoughts fall each nocturnal.

when all thats left is the waiting game, 

a battle between me and myself,

to braze up and call its end.