This doesn't mean you'd call them. You can lay in bed and imagine what they'd say when they pick up the phone. Somehow they'd make you feel alright again. They'd listen. They'd stay on the line so you knew someone else was alive.
In a crowd you'll always look for their face. You get drunk on how they treat you and the idea that they really see who you were and all you were trying to be.
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