Been waiting for a word from you
And counting blessings all the while
Calling home and asking God
If maybe I could skip a few
Trips to see the other me,
The one who works and tries to
Breathe, in order to stay home from you,
The one who helps me see this through.
With ear to ground and all around
The silent echoes turn me down.
I smile at those I pass in hopes
That this would be my last replay
Of former, calming, carefree days.
Such pathetic longing—
A word or nod or simple sound
I dare not say, a sign—
Might ease the awful pain
But don’t message me tomorrow
Or the day after that, for sure.
I need to walk in faith for now
Man, I wish I could.