I whisper your name
and your voice echoes back.

so I whisper of what we had,
but I get no response,

so I scream this time,
louder,and LOUDER,

but there is no echo,
there is no host.

I tear up a bit cause I was hopeful,
I turn around to leave,

but then

your voice echoes,
*"I miss you too"

Something tells me you will come back one day.
It's in the way you tell me you will be in touch.
In the way you question me if I have someone new,
incessantly, I might add,  and to the rhythm of jealousy.
It also comes in the way you still tell me I'm beautiful,
and how you long for me, how you think of me in all you do.
But we are at a time when love forbids.
And the only thing you can do is drop subtle hints.

You will come back one day, and I will be here,
because I always remember what I lost,
and I always have faith in what will return.

You gave,
you loved,
you lost,
you received,
you reprieved.

A cycle I thought you were going to keep on repeat.
But I forgot the most important step,

defeat.

You left me at a time I didn't need leaving,
You stayed at a time I didn't need staying,
         But you never loved me when I needed loving.

*When will you ever decide to meet me halfway?