Voicemails
I had never returned your voicemails,
Always thinking tomorrow,
But tomorrow dragged on,
And tomorrow is so long ago.
I had never returned your voicemails,
Afraid to lose my ground,
I wasn’t the one in the wrong,
And I didn’t want to be bound.
I had never returned your voicemails,
I was just never ready,
I didn’t yet want to be found,
And in a way, this was my steady.
I had never returned your voicemails,
And today, I feel the guilt.
The shift in power felt wicked,
But how far is too far to rebuild?
Always thinking tomorrow,
But tomorrow dragged on,
And tomorrow is so long ago.
I had never returned your voicemails,
Afraid to lose my ground,
I wasn’t the one in the wrong,
And I didn’t want to be bound.
I had never returned your voicemails,
I was just never ready,
I didn’t yet want to be found,
And in a way, this was my steady.
I had never returned your voicemails,
And today, I feel the guilt.
The shift in power felt wicked,
But how far is too far to rebuild?