Crystal Hope

broken lines

• she kneels down
  listening 
  to nothing 
  but repulsive breathing
  we used to talk,
  but now
  we just listen 
  to the sounds 
  of our restless eupnea.
  after awhile of these 
  flat and banal nights,
  the lines to our phones
  are broken, cut in half
  just like our hearts...