“i may have done my best”

i may have done my best
in a blackout
to fuck up your life
over the phone

and looked at the clock
every day at 12:34
awaiting your phone call

for all these years since,
but there’s always the hope
that something or someone
holds you back, and you
need to wrest forward and free
in a Victorian way, always
dreaming, and in that way we’re together, but
i heard your voice yesterday

on an old recording
and i couldn’t breathe
in the power of the need and grief
that i had created


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"The less we know of someone, the greater their merits." (Oscar Wilde)
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