It starts like nothing a call you almost don’t answer, a voice you know too well for how little you’re supposed to feel. We talk about nothing at all music, stories and games that circle around a name we never say. You make me feel like a fool for smiling when I shouldn’t, for wanting what I can’t, for loving when I wouldn't. Some nights, I almost ask if you feel it too, this wrong thing that seems right. But the words stop at my teeth. Because what if you don’t? Or worse what if you do?