A Chance

There's not really anything to say about this one.

Crying myself to sleep,

Has not been rare lately.

Telling myself it will be alright,

Is becoming an everyday habit.

Sleeping doesn’t happen and

Eating just doesn’t do it.

Why?

Because I can’t hear your voice

Or see your face.

You may be avoiding me

But I won’t just sit here.

I can’t.

I’m sorry for the way

I’ve been acting.

But everything can work out

If you would only give it a chance.

They said we wouldn’t work out.

They said it wouldn’t last.

But it has.

And it can keep going.

If you would just let me say,

What needs to be said.