More like me

It felt like a wave

not yet reaching the shore,

but it’d already been there

seaping through the rocks,

one hundred times before.

The feeling has been here,

deep in my bones.

It feels like an old friend,

and it never goes.

Like the water on a beach,

or the way a river flows

Photographs of you

in your older brother’s clothes.

I hope that you miss me

and think of my smile.

I wish we can meet in a year

when you’re brave enough to dial.

My number won’t change,

if ever you want to speak.

Just call me whenever,

any day of the week.