When I said goodbye, I expected you to come running back
The way you always had in the past.

I never could have foreseen that you would hardly blink,
That you would leave and never say a word to me again.

I wait at the phone, still,
Hoping one day you might wake up with a feeling of nostalgia for the moments we shared.
That you might show up in the middle of the night and scream that you miss us from the rooftops.

But this life isn't cinematic,
And nothing goes as planned.

You turned on your heels that night under the dim light of a quiet street, and you never looked back.

And its too late now, its too late for me to chase after you. The lights have gone out, and you're living your life without me.

I wish that I could hate you for it,
But how could I hate you for finally being happy?