The Bears and Wolves

When you called I was sleeping. It confused me to hear your voice.

It was 1:42, I was drunk asleep and dreaming when you called. My pain was raw and exposed. I railed you for treating me how you do, but you always have an excuse

You were saved the by the Good Book, I was saved by the half-full glass

All I could bring myself to say was, “I am getting off the phone.” before I hung up.

It was like I was dreaming and ten years became a noise

You texted, “Hey. I like you, Rebeca.” I know you meant, I love you, Rebeca. We’ve been lovers for so long, we wouldn’t be if there wasn’t some sort of love.

When falling feels like flying there’s a dangerous hope

I didn’t have to explain then or now why I had to hang up.

Lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves is where I feel the most at home these days.

*Lyrics from The Good Book by Tired Pony