I'm starting to worry, I have no real reason to but it's coming and coming on hard.
Was it something I said? Or didn't say?
I'm trying but you're so far away. No contact, no comfort.
I mean what I say, does that still mean the same?
Are words just spoken because of expectations or do they still flow from the pits of your stomach?
I'm not sure, because I forget how I feel sometimes.
I hear your voice and I want to remember. But it's starting to feel like a faded memory.
Something I saw in a movie or read in a book once.
Something I felt at one time, fictional or not.
So please just let me know. Let me know where this is going.
Tell me my worrying is cute, that I have nothing to worry about.
You are here, even though you aren't here.
Tell me anything but goodbye.
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