i still wait for your text.
if it makes you feel any better, then stay.
my phone lights up and for a split second, my heart stops, hoping it’s you. then i remember we don't talk anymore. it's a quiet habit i can't seem to break—waiting for a message that i know is never coming.
this is for the nights when you’re staring at a screen, waiting for a ghost to speak.
put the phone down. let the music be the only connection you need tonight.
