I think about promises.
The promises I made you,
The promises you made me.
If I count the number of times,
We used the words “forever” and “always”,
Would they add up to the number of times,
I picked up my phone to talk to you today
But never dialed your number?
You were never really mine,
I was never really yours.
There was no always,
There was no forever.
Perhaps those promises were just dreams,
Dreamt by two naive kids.
And… Perhaps the sound of the silence between us,
Is the sound of the alarm clock waking us up.