Almost Texted

Almost Texted
Almost Texted

Midnight laundromat, dryer number four
Your name glowing in a draft
I type hey, delete it
Type too much, then cut it back
Blue shirt turning in the window
Coins clicking in the machine
I've almost called you six times
Since the last time you asked me not to

Every almost has a pulse
Every send has a consequence

Almost Texted, almost broke the quiet
Almost Texted, almost called it trying
Sometimes closure is a thumb that misses send
Almost Texted, let the spin cycle end

Almost Texted
Almost Texted

Phone slips when the dryer buzzes
Hits the floor and clears the screen
Whole little paragraph disappears
Before I can rescue anything
I stare down, then start laughing
Like the universe got impatient
Pick the phone up, leave it empty
Fold the clothes and choose the station

I kept waiting for a perfect goodbye
Like words could make the ending clean
Sometimes closure is a thumb that misses send
That unsent message above the dryer made it plain

Almost Texted, now the screen is clear
Almost Texted, and I can breathe in here
Sometimes closure is a thumb that misses send
Almost Texted, not again

Almost Texted

Almost Texted