Do you whisper my name in your pillow?

remember when you put on your overcoat

And left us

When

You left me

And the never-ending ring of my bell

Of the phone

Was ringing

I was chained to the table

I was not allowed to answer your call

Though I desperately wanted to

I wanted to hear your voice

More than anything

I was being taught how to live

As though my way of breathing was wrong

And locked to a superstition

I was locked away from you.

I knew every time the phone rang

You never actually left me,

And even in the shrill, resonant ring of the dead phone

I felt your presence

Do you know how I feel your voice in my mind like waves of energy

Pulsating

And sweet,

Do you ever whisper my name in your pillow

As I remember all the times you sweetly said my name

And I wondered if you liked me

As much as I liked you.