{at 2 am}

You must have said goodbye last week when you hung up

I must not have heard when I lingered

You are a few miles away and you're breathing

But you are merely a soul in my sorrow

Life must have carried on for you when you bade farewell

It must have stopped for me when I started waiting

I didn't know what I was waiting for and I was lonely

I thought the phone would ring again

You must have fled from home where reality is cruel

I must have stayed and stared at the ceiling in the dark

Sometimes, I cried in front of the bathroom mirror

I could not sleep

You must have ventured and met the greatest of the generation

I must have stayed under the covers all morning with the creeps under my bed

I turned to the door to leave, car keys in hand

But then I stopped. I didn't know how to drive

You must have missed them

I must have missed you

But I said I missed everybody to make you feel un-special

I guess it didn't work

You must have gone ahead and changed and forgotten

I must have forgotten too because I was left wondering

If you had said goodbye when you hung up last week

If I had not heard when I lingered

I was pretty sure you did not, for all I heard was silence

Silence means consent

You must have thought it meant farewell