And You’re Gone

Don’t give up on me.

Well, you don’t say, and you don’t say maybe, much, but enough to let me know that you’re second-guessing. And you are red, but are you so ready, not to think this isn’t ending.

What if I called? Would you call me crazy? Not to talk at all but just for a little breathing. But I feel so, and I sew my feelings so that if you left, you’d believe me.

And you’re gone, don’t give up on me. Though I won’t ask you to stay, I need to know you’re okay. If I’m wrong, I’m sorry I didn’t see it. If I could I’d have my way, but I know it’s not the same.