Poetry

Estimated Time of Arrival

written by: GrenadeJumper

I was going to call
And wish you the best
But it slipped my mind
And you had already left

So you packed your stuff
And you got on that plane
You were the only thing
The only thing keeping me sane

So as your flying
Over the Atlantic
I'm just hoping
That you got my message
I've been thinking
About you lately and
All the chances
That I should have taken

I felt so lost
And contemplated
All of the decisions
That I've been making
And I'm now thinking
Yeah, you've got me thinking
That they were
All for the best

I hate this waiting game
And this anticipation
Of never knowing what
What will really happen
So I'll close my eyes
And I'll try to sleep
With these clandestine truths
That I'll always keep

So just call me
Right when you touch down
So I know
That I can finally breathe now
Just tell me
That you got my message
And kiss me
The way that I want it to be
Yeah, this is the way that I want it to be

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