the ghost in the room

sadness hits heavy tonight on the other end its bitter sweet

The Ghost in the Room
The silence usually has a weight,
But tonight, it floated thin,
Because Karson's laughter on the line
Was letting summer in.
I leaned my head against the dark
And closed my aching eyes,
Until the miles between us felt
Like nothing more than lies.
I felt the phantom warmth of you,
A hand against my hair;
I whispered "look" and turned around—
To find the empty air.
The phone grew cold against my ear,
The tether snapped in two;
There’s nothing lonelier than the space
Where I just felt for you.
Now the dial tone is a hollow ring,
A bell for what is gone;
I’m holding onto plastic ghosts
Until the cruelest dawn.