2 am, knowing better than to pick up the phone,
Resisting the melody of a dial tone
Signaling the start of a call one of us always regrets
Steering away from the beauty of the moment
Your tired voice answers
And settles the aches and pains in me
Saving us hours of drunken,
Missing moonlit confessions never meant
To break the air around us
Choosing instead, to crawl alone
Into an unmade bed.
To let the stars drag me into sleep again
Forgiving myself my weaknesses.