stage one: denial

Inside of my head, we talk for hours.

All day, and well into the night.

Converse about everything and nothing, stupid non-events, stupider co-workers.

Whisper the dreams we're still scared to believe in.

And we laugh.

So much laughter.

It's just so easy, you know, because that's how it always was.

We never ran out of things to say.

So we just keep sharing.

The connection's still so strong.

Inside of my head.

Of course, every morning I wake up.

And you didn't call.

And you don't miss me.

But we'll talk about that soon, I know.

Inside of my head.