I don't have anything to say,
There is nothing left to talk about,
But I don’t…
I can’t let you go.

If I hang up,
Who knows the next time you’ll call back.
I cry every time I look at my recent calls,
The gaps between your name keep getting
Larger

And

Larger.

I know you’re not sentimental,
But I need someone to talk to.
I need a rock, and once,
That rock was you.

Now, you've become a pebble.
Soon the oceans tide will wither you away
Into a piece of sand,
And eventually,

You will be too tiny
For the naked eye to see.

And when that happens,
I will buy a microscope and analyze every
Particle on the beach
Until I find you.

But I wont be able to.
My eyes will be too full of tears
to see through the lens.

I will sit on the beach,
Alone,
Clutching my microscope,
Dreaming of the days when all you wanted
Was to hear the sound of
My voice.