Twelve Hours
11pm
A bowl of cheerios, a mug of tea
Pyjamas on, hair up, book open
The song on my iPod reminds me of you
I miss you.
1am
I can't sleep so I open a beer; I chug
A belch erupts from my hungry stomach
Everything reminds me of you and I hate it
I miss you.
4am
A shot of whiskey, another, another
Lost count, I call you
The voice on the other end tells me you changed your number
I miss you.
11am
When I wake up I'm still drunk
The sun coming through the window is blinding
It's been twelve hours since that song
And I still fucking miss you.
Thanks for reading, xo, Katelyn
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