“I still think about calling.

Especially on a busy Saturday night when the streets are filled with people yet the world feels as empty as an empty Jack Daniels bottle a broken man just finished. 

I still think about calling you.”

“You never did,” you said.

“I wanted to do so with all the billions of atoms in me.”

“You never called.”

“I was scared you wouldn’t pick up,” I replied. “I didn’t want to hear your voicemail again.”

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