It's been to long since I've said I'm sorry.
To long gone without a conversation,
and today I think about what was right,
but you bring me to my knees,
hoping that your okay.
Being forgotten.
Like a book packed on a shelf so far back,
it was harsh to just close my story.
Entirely far from the words that I have to say to you,
and you can't hear me.
With one page filled,
the rest are blank,
because today I only need to know one thing.
Written of three words and this one filling,
are you okay..
