Autofiction

I see you by the phone box you called in All the words that you say I feel close as if you're here beside me Don't feel bad to stay Delicate colouring book by your front door Caught in a haze when you call Pointing out all the things that you said I'll return to a death All of which we use as a homepage Cut the line from the desk Delicate reasons to run out of the room Caught up in all that you do Forgetting all of the times we never knew I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around When it's not so soon"