I felt like I needed to say your name. To let the sound escape my lips and permeate the air. Your name. In the air everywhere in the city that I care about. The one long road that’s become my home. Your name hanging above streetlamps and street signs. Your name nesting in trees and worn soles on the feet of strangers.
I’m starting to see the things we’ve borrowed from each other. You’ve borrowed my tears and I’ve borrowed your lack of dotted i’s and sentences. Maybe you think leaving out punctuation is akin to never hanging up the phone and I wish so badly for this to be true because maybe we both don’t want the conversation to end