I remember waiting for you.
Just waiting for the sound of your footsteps,
Coming up the stairs
Or the sound of your voice
Calling my name or reminding me
Of the love you had for me.
The bed we lay in grows cold
Our backs against each other
Wanting to touch
But we stay still,
We don’t say a word.
The silence grows.
I want to yell and tell you to
Love me
But I don’t and I regret not
Doing so.
I try to change
Something different something new
Just for you
But you don’t notice
You ignore it.
I am becoming nothing.
You are growing cold.
Each passing day you make a new excuse
Not to see me
And every time you do,
A piece of me breaks.
It was the hardest thing
To watch you walk out that door
You said your love for me was gone
And you had to leave me.
The only thing I have carved in my mind now
Is you holding me tight
The last time we met.
All I can do now is play your
Favorite record
Hoping for the possibility
That I will hear the sound of
Your footsteps or the sound of
Your voice.
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