You said, “Call me,” so I picked up the phone,
Hoping your voice would warm the chill of my own.
But silence echoed, a hollow reply,
A whispered promise lost in the sky.

You said, “Name the time,” so I set the stage,
With dreams painted bright on love's fragile page.
But you shrugged it off, as if time were a game,
A watchless wanderer, never the same.

You said, “I love you,” but your words felt rehearsed,
A formality spoken, a blessing cursed.
An obliging password, unlocking your heart,
Yet you lingered at...