pocket dial

he pocket dials me

from his date

my name does start

with the letter A

so maybe in a way

it's not only the phone's fault

but also alphabet's

it takes me a moment

to realize

what just happened

I listen to his voice

that sounds different

round

and plastic

(I can also hear her

but I try

to leave her faceless)

I hang up

for few minutes

I don't move

close my eyes

and think that probably

all of that is a bit funny

I might be also

remembering that time

when we spoke

and I've told him

that I can't do this

anymore

I send him a message

that he called me

just a moment ago

by then

I only hope

there will be

some truth in his reply

what I get is

"oops sorry"

all very true

I guess

dirty secrets

we light up the cigarettes

and look up

stars float in the sea of ink

for a moment

maybe few hours

we can ignore

everything else

and it's OK that you

touch my fingers

with yours

you help me climb

the roof of the car

neither of us

is saying much

we don't need to

we never had to

at the night time

secrets don't look

dirty