Your voice is crackly over the phone.
On the bottom of the screen reads

The other user’s connection is unstable,

and when I blink,
the vibrant red of the disconnect button
burns.

There’s something about unrequited love
when you’re on the end of something forbidden.
There’s something about hearing desperation
when you’re supposed to be deaf.

I miss what we could’ve been.
Never what we actually were.