She rings my phone.
I get up from bed to see it's 1:44 in the morning.
Somehow, I can't get back to sleep.
After all this time... she rings my phone at 1:44 am.
I shouldn't think too much about it.
But I do.
I'm not in love with her anymore.
or am I?
No I'm not.
But I keep thinking.
or is it hoping?
I hate it when I'm like this.
I just keep thinking.
remembering what I keep forgetting
We never speak
but somehow the silence shouts echoes in my head
it's been a while
we never talk
but she rings my phone
It's 1:55am...
and I'm wide awake

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