You thought you would be used to it by now. You used to be so good at ignoring it. But all of your dreams are of unfinished puzzles, empty picture frames. Unlocking the door and inside is just as silent as the drive home. No new notifications. No new messages.
You know what's been waiting for you. Your phone in your hand, the numbers on the screen, my voice in your head. Something's not as quiet anymore. Something's not as empty. Sending is your conversation. Sending is your unexpected call. Sending is your warm embrace.
Have you ever even been lonely, even once in your life?

You thought you would be used to it by now. You used to be so good at ignoring it. But all of your dreams are of unfinished puzzles, empty picture frames. Unlocking the door and inside is just as silent as the drive home. No new notifications. No new messages.
You know what's been waiting for you. Your phone in your hand, the numbers on the screen, my voice in your head. Something's not as quiet anymore. Something's not as empty. Sending is your conversation. Sending is your unexpected call. Sending is your warm embrace.
Have you ever even been lonely, even once in your life?