he said you were in love with me

and i thought about it for a good while.
now, it doesn't even matter.
you kept your feelings, i kept leaving.

"the phone rang at 1:30 a.m., and it was a man from Denver:"

i'm reading bukowski, but more importantly (maybe impatiently) waiting for you to feel like you should have called back at some odd hour of the night and profess.. anything.