as I look through my brain for words to say,  
all I can do is think back on that day.
the day that you left me,
when I needed you the most.
the day that you deleted me from your life,
and treated me like I was a ghost.
I often think if there's something I could've done,
but the truth is; you were just alone.
two years later, you called me on the phone.
wondering how I've been, and why I was still at home.
I cried myself to sleep that night, hating myself for missing you.
all I know is that the day will come where you miss me too.