Your Call

I meant to be a good friend,

But here we are

Staring down a hole

That used to be my heart.

I'm more at home

In the dark, all alone

Than on the phone

With you, or with anyone.

I tried;

I thought I tried,

But I'm no good

At hellos or goodbyes

And you didn't hear me

When you needed to.

You can't answer questions

That I don't ask;

So here I am,

Looking over letters;

Just like sand

You're slipping through my fingers,

And I can't get back

What I've let blow away.

I guess

Thinking I was doing my very best

Wasn't quite enough;

I didn't hold on tight

Like I should have.

And now it's goodbye

Even if we never say the words.

I guess I lost something

I thought that I was holding;

I guess I fell asleep

When I should have been driving.

I didn't know I was falling

Til I hit the ground;

Don't you think that

I would have turned around?

In the end, it's your call;

Give up on me,

If it's what you want,

But please don't think

I don't care at all.