Dit is wat mijn nieuwe vriendin deed nadat ik haar had verteld dat ik haar voeten aanbad

Standing near the window looking out is both hands on the phone that's pressed to my ear.

I lean my forehead against the glass,

and it's cold against my skin.

The phone rings in my ear again and a machine view comes on and tells me to leave a message and you're gone.

I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and crevice,