You said you were gonna go out, but wanted to see me;
I said let me know, and that I'd be free.
Then the texts stopped.
At first I didn't want to worry,
But then the hours started to hurry.
The new year rings in, but not a single word;
And every second, I feel more unheard.
I tell myself it's nothing,
That everything is fine.
It's been twenty-four hours, haven't even left me on seen;
Maybe you're in trouble? Or that's how it seems.
I'll keep calm for now,
But it's starting to get harder to believe your vow.
It's been forty-eight hours, you were active but didn't think to text me;
Now I'm starting to get wrapped up with jealousy.
Still want to keep cool, not let my frustration spillover.
But I think we're close to over.
