Over

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.