It’s not that I need you,

It’s just that it has become

Muscle memory

To call you,

To dial your number

And ask how your day was

To assure that we are okay

It’s just that every time

I reach home,

I find my fingers crawling up

And around my phone

Speaker on,

Having a snack,

Watching the news on mute,

Making a list of things to do,

Reading through a homework assignment

And talking to you

It’s just that you’ve gotten me so used to

Filling grains of silence with noise

Getting my daily dose of your philosophies

And just having a companion

While I pour myself milk

It’s just that I have become so accustomed to

Trying to fix every little thing with you

To make amends,

To start anew,

To constantly and so quickly forgive you

And I can’t seem to stand

A minute of friction in our voices

Because I wasn’t like this before

But after constant calls and long hours on the phone

I’ve developed a sense of dependency,

But its not dependency, it’s just muscle memory