You reach out to me late last night.
You want to see me. I do not answer.
My eyes are closed to the world.
You call -- goes to voicemail.
Half hour goes by, you text again.
The buzz from my phone awakens me from my slumber.
I see your name light up my phone. It's a quarter past 11pm.
My first thought is concern, you never insist this way.
I respond, there's no way I could not.
You want to see me...
But why? When just hours before, again, you say the status quo is...
I naturally give in... again.
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
Material for tomorrow's session, I guess.
And here I thought you could not resist, being away from me...
I don't know what it is. I don't know what's in your head... what's in your heart?
It's 3am... I am in your arms... at least, that's one place I don't mind being in...
8:53 p.m. - 2019-03-18
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