Lonesomeness

Called you tonight.
No remnant of the past.
No incling for the future
but a convenience of the present.

And I don't know why

exactly.

I just felt so silly.

A grape in my throat
squeezed water from the lids

and my voice went on
to cry
its own
tears.

Suddenly,
like plastic

I was malleable to you.

Clear and cryptic
as the wrap
you half-helped

me escape.