13 Hours

there's no magic like that-
a drunken phone call in the middle of the night
where he tells her he loves her
and her mind whispers, i told you so.
and that same conversation dragging on for hours-
and the heart
being so saturated that it drowns within itself
and drowns once again. over and over
filling its lungs with the blood of his love.
i told you. i told you. i told you so.

there's never anything more but his love
and a dark phone call
from 13 hours away.

-a.