I am not to afraid to admit

That I have conversations with you every night

I hear the sound of your voice

Replay the same words in my head

That I fell in love with

Back when you were treated me

Like I was a woman you would change for

i ponder about

what I would say

If you’d actually answer my phone calls

Instead I reply to the illusion of you,

i tell you that I still love you

and I hope one day

We can revisit our the past

Where the time was wrong

For both of us.

-B