The Conversation
Here we are again,
holding our breaths,
the both of us too afraid to take the first step.
Small talk until there’s nothing left.
Things haven’t been too clear lately, baby.
I’ve been holding back
and you’ve missed the past three phone calls.
Tell me, what song should I learn to play
that’ll push us to dance the same dance?
Or, did the music end?
You’re talking to me,
but it feels like I shouldn’t be here.
I’m transparent and you’re apparently
on your way out the door.
A mumbled goodbye slips through
your lips as the life drains from my eyes.
So, this is the conversation
we’re having tonight,
and for the last time.
This morning felt like forever ago,
a time where you still loved me.
Wish I could freeze the moment for keepsakes.
Replay the past few years,
the past few days
in my head
like a commercial or a false ad.
I can’t seem to find
when you stopped loving me.
Was it your birthday?
Was it on a Tuesday?
Was it the night we fought about the distance?
The timing?
The fact that we couldn’t stop fighting?
Who is the one that got away?
I didn’t think it’d go like this.
I didn’t think you’d go.
You’re talking to me,
but it feels like I shouldn’t be here.
I’m transparent and you’re apparently
on your way out the door.
A mumbled goodbye slips through
your lips as the life drains from my eyes.
So, this is the conversation
we’re having tonight,
and for the last time.
For the last time,
I list all the reasons you should be with me.
For the last time,
you sit in silence, watching me cry.
For the last time,
I am yours, fully.
Please don’t call me after this.
You already know I won’t be okay.
Please don’t make me,
for the hundredth time,
ask you to stay.
You’re talking to me (Was it your birthday?)
but it feels like I shouldn’t be here.
I’m transparent (Was it on a Tuesday?)
and you’re apparently
on your way out the door.
A mumbled goodbye (Was it the night we found about the distance?)
slips through your lips as the life drains from my eyes.
So, this is the conversation
we’re having tonight.
For the last time.