And In the End

I thought It was a butt dial
but it wasn’t.
She was calling me back
letting me know
how she’d changed her mind
that she wanted to see me
even for the little time that was left.

She was ready to tell me
how she’d been thinking a lot
and she’d missed me
and was ready to try that thing
If suggested
though she refused to use its name.

She admitted she was wrong
about some things
that she had a ring to show me
other than the ring of the phone
that I’d opted to ignore
and waited for a message
that would not arrive
for many years to come.

She had things to tell me,
she did,
but I played the odds
and decided it was a butt dial
when in fact
I was just making an ass out of me.

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