maybe one day you will talk to me again
and i will stare blankly at you, confused
you will then say that you're "sorry"
and maybe explain why you did what you did
i will continue to look at you, confused
and know that you are not the person
whom you once were, or that i thought you were
and i will feel upset, for a little while
until i remember that you were the one who broke something beautiful
and stopped answering your phone
the one i used to say goodnight to isn't here anymore, no -
and i don't think he'll be coming home.