I go back to the day time stood still,
to the fear of the inevitable moment when you
finally give up;
finally give in.
The sun’s warmth mocks the chill I feel in my bones
as I stand by my locker, my eyes
roving the sea of faces. Please… Please
let me see you among them once again.
Message after message I send and
time after time I call, praying that
you will pick up the phone; that
you will show a sign of life.
Nothing, nothing is what you give me.
How could you be so selfish?
How could you leave me like this?
Does my care, my love, mean nothing?
Your shadow sneaks up the tiled floor behind me.
I look in your face and I see living death.
You’re sorry for making me worry, you say;
I can’t decide in my mind whether to
smack you punch you hug you or cry; So
I wrap you in my arms and make you promise
to never scare me again.
You promise, and I desire to believe
you, but as the bell rings and my tears
hit the floor, I know I will feel this way again.
Years have passed since that moment, yet I
find myself dwelling on that day.
I wish you would talk to me.
I miss you.