So Let it Go.

I tried to call you last night
but my fingers were tasteless
The numbers were full of falsehoods
my throat, unarmed

I tried to call you but day
made me worry that you really
never existed.

That my ready reading,
hollow head,
tall tendencies,
and ineffable indiffrences
in myself made me lose sight

Plus, the phone booth
was taken by a man with black eyes
his hands dirty, pulse unknown,
lips chapped and filled with words

he reminded me of you