silentline

You never hear a word of what I
might have said.

So now you're here
pondering the places I go
imagining the places that path might
have led.


I don't blame you for thing
or how it came to pass.
Always been the one trapped in the past
I'm just as much a fool when hesitating time
as when expecting this lust to last

So now you linger where once I
was; 1/2 past 12 picking up the phone
listening to a silent line.