Passersby

What happens if you suddenly get your ex’s number? A. Immediately act like I’ve healed… then stare at the number for 3 hours B. Save it as “Do Not Answer (Seriously)” and still answer C. Text “who’s this?” like I wasn’t the problem too D. Panic, breathe, panic again, then do nothing E. Call my friends like it’s a national emergency F. Open chat… type… delete… type… delete… character development G. Google the number like I’m in a crime documentary H. Block it for peace… unblock it for chaos I. Post a cryptic story instead of replying J. Decide my entire future in 5 seconds and regret it immediately Heart bump on a name I don’t own anymore Flickers like it did before Two lives talking through a screen Caught somewhere in between We get close, then amplify Nothing more than passersby Found you in a stranger’s frame Different light, familiar name Every picture draws a line Between your world and mine Digits scattered in the noise Like a code I can’t avoid I memorized them out of place Like they still held your face I trace the outline of a word Then lose the nerve before it’s heard Heart bump on a name I don’t own anymore Flickers like it did before Silhouette fits inside my phone But it doesn’t feel like home We get close, then amplify Nothing more than passersby Your world moves in smaller hands Echoes I don’t understand I see myself in different rooms Learning how to lose Nothing broken, nothing wrong Just a silence stretched too long We exist in parallel Close enough to tell I let the moment almost start Then fold it back into the dark Almost real… almost right… Heart bump on a name I don’t own anymore Flickers like it did before Two lives talking through a screen Nothing more than passersby Heart bump on a name I don’t own anymore Flickers like it did before Silhouette fits inside my phone Nothing more than passersby We get close, then amplify Nothing more than passersby Turn off the light, but I’m living in your sight Not a voice, just afterwaves, wish I was a little more brave We get close, then amplify Nothing more than passersby #maybewe #ex's #passersby