It's a good bye as I'm about to hang up the phone, cause I'm scared this might be the last time I'll hear their voice.
It's a startled laugh as my friend makes a twisted dark joke that later haunts my nights.
It's a reassurance after she steals my heart and returns it, bruised and broken.
You know I love you, right?
It's a hello and a plea, after I emerge from my self-isolation because my depression had convinced me I'm incapable of loving or of being loved.
Because I was in love with you!
It's a confession and an apology, a gulletine hanging above my head and a white flag in my hand, it's my beginning and my end, all the words I never said and everything that was left in the aftermath.