sometimes the phone rings

sometimes the phone rings

I already know the voice

that will greet me

without checking the number or the name.

the only who calls me

at 3 am.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't know

no one messes with my sleep

but just to hear his laugh 

beside my ear

when everything is dark

and the sheets are warm

makes me thing

I could get some sleep later

cause I couldn't ask for anything

better

rather than sleep next to him.

you wouldn't know

but the sun dances on his hair

at 7 am.

sometimes the phone rings

and I already know is you

wanting to tangle your legs around mine

wanting to kiss my forehead

wanting to trace my back 

with your fingers;

I pick up the phone

of course, it is always you.

I'll go.

I'll open any door for meeting you

again.

and you wouldn't know

but he sounds exactly 

like the first 60 seconds

from a song I hadn't listen 

for a while

but today, on my way home

it suddenly appeared

on shuffle.

was it you

thinking of me?

who's to say

who's to guess,

luckily, it was you. 

luckily, it is you now. 

sometimes the phone rings

I already know the words;

of course you can sleep here.

I had waited for you

since I closed my eyes

that night

when I first kissed you. 

of course you can stay,

of course

you can stay. 

you wouldn't know

but the sun rises

behind his back

every Sunday,

and Thursdays

if I'm lucky enough.