I thought by now I’d hear from you again.
I guess maybe it be the last time we spoke.
I could say something but inside I just choke.
I’m sure you are fine now.
After your trip to Sedona,
I wonder what you saw there.
Did you feel more alone, or did
you find yourself out there?
Of course the first time I text you -
half a year later is the day before you leave.
Isn’t it funny how things work out that way.
You replied as if no time had past.
It almost bugged me, like it hadn’t phased you.
You claimed you wanted to text me several times,
but thought it wasn’t the right thing to do.
But, now I don’t believe you.
As its dead silence from you.
Maybe you are with someone new.
I picture your life full of peace,
as I sit here surviving, trying my best
to find meaning in the most
mundane things.
There has been a lot of missed texts on my phone.
I wondered if one of them could have been yours.
Then I think if that was the case,
then maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
I pray for some sort of answer because
I cannot see the solution.
But, I kept being brought back to the same place
the same plane. The same pain.