I wonder who answers at your old number.

Some nights it’s the only one my fingers still remember.

I’ve been running from the shadow you’ve made a home in.

I got everything I ever wanted, 

and you never did.

I still miss when Paris and London were just down the road.

You settled down,

and I never did. 

Whenever the lake-effect bites, I wonder who regrets death more.

Some years this is the only place reality hasn’t touched.

Distance is so hard to measure.

Muscle memory just rings, and rings…