I wait by the phone.
Maybe today is the day
You will think of me,
And say hello.
Three holidays now
Have passed without word,
No greetings from you.
But I still believe
What once used to be
Is not dead as it seems.
My friends say it is toxic
To hold onto this dream,
Of a future of you and me.
Maybe it is?
Maybe it’s time
To finally let go?
Maybe…
Sure sounds like it’s over.
The brain just has to convince the heart of that.
True 💛