thirteen may
twelve : twenty-six a.m.

that night last week, when he called me at one : thirty a.m. to tell me he'd just gotten back. and neither of us really knew what to say.

"when was the last time you stayed up all night talking on the phone?"

and i'm sitting here staring at that (lime green blue electrical tape burnt edges) card with his number on it. and i know i could call him at any hour, and he wouldn't hate me for it.




listen : "here" by pavement