I've finally a taste
Words fall from my ellipses
Shadows, your eclipses
You were in the way
Blacked out as the night
During the day
On the phone
I know that it's done
I will call
Your voice answers, but you are gone
Your love imitates
My thirst, as unspoken as salt in the ocean
I pull and you break
Your current wave, still
Barely a wake
I would weather it like a sailor
Our storm had begun
Fights through thin walls
Light through pinholes
In cardboard see the sun, covered
On the phone
I know where you've been
I will call
You on whose been you have been sleeping in