Your number is blinking before me.
Press send, my heart says.
I want you back.
My mind is tapping its foot,
disgusted, reminding the stubborn
heart that’s jumping up and down
that it was once crying in a dark
corner of my chest, refusing to
show its face because of your
malice –
My heart rolls its eyes at
my mind, nudging my finger
towards the send button.
I want you back.
I picture your face, I picture
your smile, I imagine your
smell amongst my sheets
and my skin and the thought
of drowning beneath your
whispers and kisses, and
I take a deep breath.
My mind runs a movie
for my eyes, flashes of
your angry face, of your lies
and looks of disgust, of myself
sobbing in my car, alone.
My heart glares – it points
to the message, infuriated
at my hesitation.
I want you back.
My mind sighs.
-aev
