He called.
I knew he would.
Then he hung up.

Like I don't know it's him.
Like I don't know what his breathe sounds like.
I know every syncopation of his voice.
I know every tone.


Be strong enough.
Be the man I know you are.
And not the boy that you've regressed to being.


Because in the end the only person who can bring you down...is you.


So walk out the door of your self imposed prison, so that you can let me out of mine.