Seems Like We Never Have Enough Time.

Sometimes after we hang up
I lie with the phone and cry.
Seems like we never have enough time.
Seems like we’re so far away,
when really we are so close.
As I lay in bed
thoughts fall with each tear.
There are thoughts of happiness,
that it will all work out
that this will survive.
Those are tears of joy.
There are thoughts of doubt
that it won’t stay perfect.
That this is not reality.
Those are tears of disbelief.
There are thoughts of sadness
that it could go wrong
that this will end.
Those are tears of fear.
Sometimes I just get so scared.
It’s been so long
since I’ve been so happy
and felt so complete.
I worry it’s too good to be true.
That I don’t deserve to be so blessed
after so many mistakes I’ve made.
Sometimes after we hang up
I lie with the phone and cry.
Seems like we never have enough time.