I think back to times when we talked on the phone
Believed we were connected, not so alone
I always said too much, led the conversation
discussing anything from favourite things to frustration
But now that we don't talk anymore,
it seems so funny but so sad
to think of all the things I recall
and how a good thing could turn bad
Sometimes I would run out of things to say!
Despite having so much in my brain!
We'd still stay connected but in silence
until my brain kicked in with more reminders!
You used to ask me what I was thinking
But did you really want me to reveal
my innermost thoughts from my complex mind?
How would knowing these make you feel?
Now that I don't hear from you I ask the same question,
wishing I could read the thoughts inside your head,
try to understand why you don't want to talk
and why we can't be friends after all that's been said?
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