I sat thinking of you for a while Remembering our last conversation What you said, and if I had it all wrong. Maybe you were invested Most likely you were not. I had given the little of me I had left over It felt like you were not giving at all. I sit staring at your number on my phone Wondering why you don't call me anymore. Where did I go so wrong? Of all the noises in my head Telling me to stop reaching To stop feeling I listen only to the voice That tells me this is over.