It's getting to be that time of the year where I sit and wait to see if you'll call me again.

The time of the year where it starts to get Colder and I find it hard to keep warm. The time of year where my heart hardens and my eyes hurt from dried tears.

It's getting to be that time of the year where I wait to hear your famous "I really miss you's" or your "I love you so much's."

The time of the year the leaves changing colors is the only thing to make me smile. The time of the year where loneliness settles in fast.

I'm hoping this year is different and you don't call me. I'm hoping this year you don't try.
I'm hoping this year I won't need to miss you or constantly need to cry.

Can this year be different ?