I almost rang you up again today
My fingers acting on their own accord.
There is so much I want to say,
So much that will never be heard.
It’s been a few years since we spoke last
I’m already forgetting what we talked about.
Memories fade in the murkiness of the past,
And I guess my nostalgia is acting out.
“How are you?” I want to inquire,
And then you’d launch a detailed reply.
I come back to myself, my hand tightens in ire
I shut off my phone with a tear in my eye.
Why? Why did you have to leave?
Why tear out a thread from the tapestry of my life?
There were so many stories I wanted to weave
Together with you, opportunity was rife.
I don’t know if I want to break down and cry,
Or fill the void with a single frustrated yell.
At least let me give you a proper goodbye,
Come back to the world for a quick spell.
I might accept that I won’t hear your words
But maybe it’s possible that you will hear mine.
‘I hope you are enjoying flight above the birds
I’ll be waiting for you to drop me a line.’