Disconnect

It was like a game of phone tag
Every time you called, I’d miss it
Not always on purpose
I will admit there were a few times you called and
I was on the phone with someone else
But I’d always hang up
And call you right back

You’d answer on the nights I wanted to crawl out of my skin
And on the days when I felt most alive
And I felt beautiful
When you told me I was
When you wrote it on my neck with your lips

You said, “I love you” in your sleep
But it must have been a pocket dial
You never meant to call
And months later I wonder why you stopped picking up,
Why you haven’t tagged me back
And I’d leave a voicemail,
But I am sure your inbox is full.