I hate the words that you are not saying,
and how they are so gently played down,
explaining the quiet,
explaining why you are no longer around.

It is such a familiar feeling,
and the fear gets stuck in my heart,
I am holding my breath,
waiting for you to tear it apart.

I hate the lonely tick,
it means that my messages aren't come through,
it means you are with her,
which means she is with you.

I was waiting for the other side,
the busy tone when you make that urgent call,
I was waiting for a reaction,
expecting everything and nothing at all.

I never want to feel like her,
but in some moments I really do,
it's that deeply scarred heart,
always waiting for the other shoe.