Tick tock,
A little longer
Wondering, waiting;
longing for the melody of your text.
Why do I linger?
My value does not diminish when you do not call,
but it\'s does.
It\'s deep,
It\'s gut,
It\'s soul,
It\'s wrenching.
It squeezes my veins until they split;
unleashing a slurry of sad from my spirit.
But I will sit calmly. As I wait for your never call.
And someday, You won\'t remember me at all.