Dead Ringer
I once tried to not sit by the phone waiting for you to call
that same blue night
I was strangled by a chord-less phone
and ambushed by text messages
each a tiny needle wheedling into fingers
I once tried to not cry when I saw you walking to class
that same pink day
I was ambushed by compliments
none of them for me
each a tiny needle wheedling into fingers
I once tried to dial without staring at the lights of my cell
and feeling like a sucker
for being convinced they meant anything real.
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