It was so late when he called
I thought it was someone else
So I just answered
When I heard his voice
The world stopped.
He called to say he’s sorry
It was all just a little too late
What I thought and what we had
Was never worth the wait.
It was like strangers talking to eachother
In a familiar sort of way
I remember the fighting but never the love
How terribly cold it can get in May.
I thought about not saying anything
Or just hanging up on him.
Maybe I should tell him I”m in love?
Maybe I should tell him it is too late.
He called to set himself straight
Maybe so he could sleep better at night?
Perhaps he just called me
To remind me that he was always right?
He called to tell me goodbye
Or at least that’s what I said.
Everything he thought we were
Was only in his narcissistic little head.
He talked about the past a little
Then cleared his throat to resume.
He told me I should probably go to bed
“It is late there, I presume.”
He told me he wanted to call
But he didn’t know what to say
We hadn’t really talked at all
Not since that fateful day.
I told him everything was fine
That really I didn’t have far to fall.
His pedestal was made of straw
“But thank you for your call.”
When I hung up the phone
I looked at it for a minute
As I watched his number disappear
Just like everything else did
Right that moment.