Maybe
Not
Funny how easy it is to feel alone.
Excitement builds...
Minutes take hours to pass.
Looking forward, no doubts, no fears.
Then comes the call...if it comes at all.
"...sorry, babe, but you don't matter.
My other friends are priority now.
I don't give a damn how you feel.
So sorry again - call me later..."
Maybe later will never come.
Maybe I've been left out too long.
Maybe you don't care anymore,
So maybe I'll walk right through that door.
Maybe you'll move to the bottom of my list.
Maybe you can call me when you realize you miss me.
But maybe I won't be here.
March, 2000
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