I want to write you a letter,
but I don't know what to say.
Instead, I just sit here and cry.
Every time the phone rings I hurry over to see who it is.
That little box just mocks me, "ha ha you're the idiot, 'cause I made you look."
The silence here, all alone, is deafening,
but I keep listening
in hopes, of hearing you.
When I am outside I see you drive into the driveway.
You go inside,
you just forgot something.
All I can do is watch.
You never come back out because you never went in
and you don't take anything because there is nothing that you left that you want.
I see your dog Angel, in your truck,
but she is just there for the ride.
Then, she disappears.
I used to love to sleep,
because I saw you there.
You never speak,
but at least I get to see you.
Now, whenever I dream, I see that your new lover is mean to you.
All I can do is cry.
When I wake, I call out your name.
But no one ever answers.
No one is here.
You never say goodbye
You are still just as gone.
Written with love