You left a message last night
And it scared me,
The words you said
I thought it was a good bye
For...forever
You see, I'm not ready to let you go
Even if we argue
I'm not ready for this good bye
And I know you're not either
So I panicked, and in the hours of the night i cried
I thought I was too late
I told everyone I could,
And called you again and again
Just to hear your voice say "I'm Ok"
The next day,
We wondered where you were
And if it meant that
Your absence confirmed our worst nightmare
We didn't know what
To do
To say
Whether to ask
Or to keep our silence
Then the next day you breezed in
Said you were fine,
It was just a joke
Well, I didn't find it funny
And neither did my tears,
Cried in the dead of the night
Our tears
Cried in the dead of the night
And when I saw you
I felt the anger
Sear through my veins
But I shouted at you for making me cry
And making her cry, and her cry, and her cry
And I shouted at you because I care
And I will always care
I'm sorry I shouted,
But now you know why
And you better not make jokes
About terrible things
Written by (mostly) 'River' and Hannah (moi!)
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