Disconnect the phone,
Leave me alone.

Don't try to squirm your way back in now,
There's little hope for you out there.

Your voice haunts my core of a past I'd like to forget,
It kills me to say I miss you like a child misses the summer breeze and the freedoms of it.

I've extended a hand to you many times,
Yet you deny each and everytime.

This time, no more darling,
There's too much to be said but the words , won't ever leave my lips.

Instead they shall incinerate inside of me,
And long to be forgotten just like the faint memories of ours.