shut all the windows

so strange.

you used to come to me, frightened
we'd sit on the bed together and when we were really scared
we'd call him on the phone,
asking when he would come home.

both of us were weak and small, but i was just a bit bigger,
so it made me feel important and i suppose it made you
feel just a little more safe.

but then came that day, a few years later, when i accidentally broke
the light overhead, the glass shattered on the floor
and i found myself crying to you, frightened of what he would say
but you just laughed

and now, i'm calling you.
i'm calling you because i'm home alone, with no one to cook for
i'm calling you because when i'm in bed at night, i can no longer distinguish your thundering footsteps from his
i'm calling you because now, you're bigger than i am.
and even though we might have grown apart,
if you were here, i'd feel just a little more safe.