I returned the receiver
without pressing the final number.
Tonight, the conversations the two of us always have
are painful for some reason.
"Hey, is something up?"
"Not really, I just wanted
to talk a bit."
"That's fine then."
After that, two or three jokes,
And then "Good night."
I know that
I'll be fine again tomorrow,
But there are also nights like that-
Nights I want to hate you.
"Hey, what were you doing?"
"Nothing much. Watching TV and stuff. And then-
Sorry. Looks like I have a call."
"I see. Then I'm hanging up."
I keep listening to the sound of the signal
two or three times.
"Fine. Let's stay friends,"
you said.
After that there are nights like these.
Nights I won't forgive myself.
Nights I want to hate you.
Only tonight,
I don't want to be alone.