I got drunk today
I wasn't trying to drink you away
for God's sake I need your memories to stay
I just need some time
some time is all I need
I am unsure of what I want to say
Isn't it funny how pain works that way?

I visit your Facebook page every day
and I have your picture on my phone
I'm patiently waiting on you to have something to say so that maybe I can further grasp the memory
of the love you had always shown
The day before you left I thought about sending a message,
I felt a pull; an inclination
Something told me to strike a conversation, but
I didn't
and now I'm a ******* mess because the thought itself is pretty vivid and I said nothing and went about my selfish lie

when that particular intuition was my
only chance to say goodbye