Almost, but no.
Even the sky knows it. You are not where you said you’d be.
That’s fine, I think
and wait around.
That’s fine, I think
and pull my suitcase up the stairs.
I give in and call. I am always giving in and calling.
You sound far away. Your voice seems flat,
and grey.
Sorry for being late.
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