It was this feeling
That kept me from the bounds of love
Pick up the phone
He called
I called back ...
No one answered
A good morning text sinking on the verge of our last conversation
You abandoned me
Left me to die
In the needles of my own mind
But
You texted back
Gave me a view of why hour heart had chosen Mine
To its own accord
It's this feeling I despise
The questions dancing at the heel of my feet
Tripping me
Be careful , here's when I fall on my face
It's this feeling I despise
Walking into a home
Whose lock has never been changed
And many have walked through its dulled out edges
It's this feeling I despise
The feeling of actually being in love with you
Not now , yesterday, tomorrow or today
But again?