friday 19.05

I was five minutes late to answer your call. A call I have been waiting for not just today, but yesterday and the yesterday before that too. I called you back and in the missing five minutes something changed. I told you my plight and you told me yours, idle chit chat at best, when behind the voices I could sense the depth, could you?

Downtown you were headed,
alone.
I talked to you,
alone.
And I would have gone with you and then we could have been alone together but instead, you didn't offer and I didn't ask and alone we remain, only separate and more sad than if I would have not called you back, made up some story and left the empty memories until tomorrow.