Waiting for that phone call
for that text that never comes
Wondering what went wrong
all those times we spoke before

Afraid a misstep out of place or
a word said in frantic haste
Fearing a string of jumbled words
could have been construed in error

Left without a single sound or embrace
not a touch to sear you into my mind
Alone in agony covered in distrust
weighing down the reality of now

Waiting for a call or a text in the dark
understanding wanes large in the night
Wondering what went wrong
a discordant song when last we spoke