Gone

You hold the phone
Your hands are shaking
The number’s wrong
But it seems right
Your mind is gone
It’s not surprising
After the dawn
After the night
Halfway home
Life in the mirror
Is all I want
Just to get back
My memory’s long
The hope’s that it isn’t what I own
But what I lack
On this balance beam tipping over
Time turns tirelessly but not fast enough
You hold the phone
Your hands are shaking
The number’s wrong
Of course it’s right
Your mind is gone
It’s unsurprising
After the dawn
After the night