Hey...
I'm sorry it ended this way.
I never meant to make you worry.
And as our connection decays,
your face drifts through my memory, blurry.
You are kinder than I can describe,
and it isn't fair of me to ask
that you forgive, or forget - to wipe
my wrongdoings away.
And I know I don't deserve it. Maybe never will.
But God, I miss you. And I'd give anything still
just to hear you're okay, just to know that you're well,
so I ask the impossible: could you call? Or text? Or...
Hey...
I'm sorry it ended this way-
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
Hey...
I'm sorry it ended this way.
I never meant to make you worry.
And as our connection decays,
your face drifts through my memory, blurry.
You are kinder than I can describe,
and it isn't fair of me to ask
that you forgive, or forget - to wipe
my wrongdoings away.
And I know I don't deserve it. Maybe never will.
But God, I miss you. And I'd give anything still
just to hear you're okay, just to know that you're well,
so I ask the impossible: could you call? Or text? Or...
Hey...
I'm sorry it ended this way-
