It Was You. It Was Always You.

It was you. It was always you.

My thumb hovers over the call button

"but what would I say?"

But it only takes your voice,

to make this emptiness go away.

I want to click it, but I hesitate

It's hard when you're in different states.

it's hard to let go of someone,

when you built your future 

around them.

What would we talk of?

Music? the Coffee Bar? Life?

and

how do I keep it chill,

when I think of you and me

for life?

Do you think of me,

when I (over)think of

you?

This feels like the love that's true,

slow burning like a candle.

So many waters I would wade through,

and I'd push trough what I can't handle.

It was you.

It was always you.