I walked out, and that was all.
I’d leave a note but you’d never call;
Even then I felt myself stall.
I left the sentiment at home;
I swear I should’ve known.
The lies we tell ourselves when their cover is blown;
You can’t pick up the phone.
There was someone else while you left me alone;
She calls my name, and I let you go.
The radio silence died on its own.
You can leave a message at the tone.
Copyright © Jessica VH | Year Posted 2016