My phone lights up with a call at 2 AM.
A drunken voice drifts though the phone,
and the nights tone is set.
the social formalities ensue in an awkward embrace of familiarity,
muddled over the unusual circumstances.
A steady stream of slurred words filter through the speaker,
a family's history divulged in one long string of
tainted childhoods, broken people, and perverted ideals.
I put the phone on speaker and lay down,
the voice steadily filling my head like an ocean.
I try to absorb the swell of emotions,
but in crashing waves,
it breaks through my longest standing levees.
Wracking tides that I suppress with all my worth.
I wonder if they can hear me.
Dawn grips at my window sill,
and I wonder how long its been listening.
"I need to sleep... I have work in a few hours."
"... love you."
"I love you too."