Most times I hear your call, of course
Your crawl, your tears, your fall
In those tiny moments,
Between the stories, the tarots and texts,
I hear you

If I told you, you denied me
You told me "no"
But I can hear you, I can feel you

You're crying, hoping, wishing
Yet you deny me

What do you want from me, my dear?
That's so dear yet you won't admit?
That you love me too?
That you feel this too?

I leave this to you,
I've played my part