Silence.
In the small spaces where the texts rang out and the parts of my day where I laughed to myself at something silly or sweet or poignant.
Last night I woke up to my phone buzzing, like the bird at the window that you sometimes imagine.
There was nothing there, just static. I looked at it, turned it over for a bit in my hand and then fell asleep somewhere along the way.
The morning, my phone was still barren. No ideas crammed in winding messages and no late night missed calls that comfort you - because you know it's nice that someone remembered you once everyone had slept.
You must return. That's how it's supposed to be.
In the small spaces where the texts rang out and the parts of my day where I laughed to myself at something silly or sweet or poignant.
Last night I woke up to my phone buzzing, like the bird at the window that you sometimes imagine.
There was nothing there, just static. I looked at it, turned it over for a bit in my hand and then fell asleep somewhere along the way.
The morning, my phone was still barren. No ideas crammed in winding messages and no late night missed calls that comfort you - because you know it's nice that someone remembered you once everyone had slept.
You must return. That's how it's supposed to be.
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