Sing

I used to have so many conversations with you in my head because I felt I couldn’t speak to you

that stopped the day I let you go

the conversations turned into reflections of the last two decades

I sang “If I could turn back time” so many times that I believe I actually did

and now that time is convoluted, I find myself reflecting at times and other times, I’m having those conversations with you again

but not the same ones

not the ones about how I feel about your apathy

no, now it’s just wishing I could share the mundane events of my life with you

then I remember the last time that happened and I can’t help but feel that maybe time is running out

time has always been running out

but maybe we’re closer to the end than we can imagine

it’s happened to me twice before and I didn’t know what it meant

third time’s the charm, but unlike a few months ago, I don’t want to turn back time anymore

now all that comes to mind is, “What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way,

what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you…”