The Time to Repy
I am writing this letter to show you
That romance is far from dead
And the things that drove us apart were birthed
From the doubting inside of our heads
That sappy, soppy, longhand letters will follow wherever you roam
And I hope you’ll forgive all the things that I did
I’m writing to bring you back home
I know you’re quite busy, but even so I
Do hope you can find the time to reply
I hope that I misinterpreted
Your words, which near made me melt
That “I never want to see you again”
Was a mask to disguise how you felt
My world is turning to black and white
In the spaces that you used to fill
I’d not realized there were so many of them
I smell your perfume in them still
I know you’re still angry, but wish you would try
And hope you can find the time to reply
Hello? I have waited for chances
To tell you what I should have said
I’ve grown cold in the wake of the absence
Of the warmth from your side of the bed
This city grows lonely without you
The birds will not sing their refrain
And the air is all thick with the dampness of fall
But I know how you like this much rain
I keep writing for answers - with not a clue why
But I hope you can find the time to reply
The flowers around me are wilting
As the clutches of winter press on
I used to think this was a natural thing
But they wilt cause they see that you’re gone
I know how you loved the snow this time of year
As the streetlamps are covered in pale
So I’ve attributed the absence of letters from you
To an inefficiency in the mail
I hope that you’re happy, I hope you don’t cry,
But I so hope you can find the time to reply
I now know there’s no fault in the mail
To spare the pain I have foregone
And I know that it’s selfish to hope you’re still sad
But I sure hope you haven’t moved on
It was foolish, I guess, to think that
Writings letters was anything but dead
But this will be the last one I write you
Though I know it may never be read
It’s now very clear that this looks like goodbye
Still…
I hope you can find the time to reply