What Is Gone
the conversation strained
words carefully guarded
holding it all back
wondering how to start it
don't want to tell you on the phone
better to wait till we're alone
these feelings that should have grown
just aren't there
another call, the silence is deafening
that cute ringtone of yours
no longer makes me breathless
it's just a matter of time till
it's all going to spill
I know it's against your will
you're starting to feel the chill
from what is gone
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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