I watch the clock as I have been since the sixth of October.
I try to forget because it pains me to remember.
Lately I'm on edge; anticipating your call.
Though I cannot be certain you will call at all.
I know you have moved on, as have I.
But I am left here replaying our last goodbye.
It was a sorry excuse for our last words.
They're possibly the worst I have ever heard.
So stiff, and uninviting.
Both of us avoiding fighting.
A few tears were shed, I admit.
Yet friendship we must permit.
Simply too overwhelmed then to let you go.
Now I anxiously await a simple, "Hello."
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
I watch the clock as I have been since the sixth of October.
I try to forget because it pains me to remember.
Lately I'm on edge; anticipating your call.
Though I cannot be certain you will call at all.
I know you have moved on, as have I.
But I am left here replaying our last goodbye.
It was a sorry excuse for our last words.
They're possibly the worst I have ever heard.
So stiff, and uninviting.
Both of us avoiding fighting.
A few tears were shed, I admit.
Yet friendship we must permit.
Simply too overwhelmed then to let you go.
Now I anxiously await a simple, "Hello."
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