i fell for you the way a cloud moves with no wind, slowly

you had sweaters i, at first, would always compliment

then later wanted to wake up in. you were my blind spot

too busy looking ahead to see you by my side, the whole time

i learned to fall in love with green circles and the sound of static

428 miles were reduced to a few seconds of ringing before your voice

from midnight missing you's and locking ourselves in our rooms

you felt like a cold computer screen with a warm smile

minutes turned into hours, hours turned into looking up

the price of a bus ticket to New York in December

i called you mine, and my mom called you family

we made plans for a life together without ever once hugging

you've comforted my crying with no need for a shoulder

we agreed maybe when we're older, we'd try to make "us" happen

but poor connections, low batteries, and dropped calls interfered

originally published in volume 9.2 of Outrageous Fortune