This time it felt different,
As if it was somehow stronger,
It seemed like this would last,
Yet it did not last any longer.
As I try and think of what went wrong,
Of why it did not last,
I come to find it was my fault,
That I was such an ass.
I could have done a lot different,
I could have done it right,
I could be sleeping soundly,
Instead of staying up all night.
I wonder if there's still hope,
If I call her would she listen,
I wonder if I told her sorry,
How much of her I am missing.
Would she stay on the phone,
Long enough for me to say,
That I long to be with her again,
Every night... every day.
Would she accept my apology,
Would she listen to my plea,
Would she want to forgive,
Would she want to see me.
I worry about her answer,
I fear a response of no,
I don't want to lose her,
I don't want to let go.
But I will never have closure,
Unless I pick up the phone,
And accept my actions as of late,
The mistakes I cannot condone.
Maybe she will listen,
Maybe she will not,
And if this struggle I do not win,
Well... at least I fought.
