I knew this would be
Our last conversation
Before I even called
So I savored the silence.
Accepted the moments.
All I wanted was to stall.
I knew the tragic ending
Before a single “hello?”
But allowed myself to hope
Maybe If I knew I gave it one more try,
One last failed attempt to change your mind,
I would be able to sleep at night and cope
Because on my end of the phone
You are burning money and
Turning diamonds into dust
You listen politely.
You say you’re sorry.
But this thing is a must.
Instead of “I love you"s
“you mean so much to me"s
And a start at repairing the break,
I’m crying into the phone,
Fighting a losing battle,
And scream that you’re making a mistake
But I do want you to be happy
And I do want you to be well
But mostly I want you to be alive
Because there is still
The smallest of chances
I’ll have another shot at a better goodbye
