Of Death & Denial

I went to go see you on Monday, the first
You didn't say much; nonetheless, we conversed
My visit was short, but it wasn't the worst
And I can't bring myself to regret it.

I sent you a letter on Wednesday, the third
I haven't heard back from you, still not a word
Is this what you meant when you said you preferred
To live with no strings attached?

It's Friday the twelfth and I called you today
I wanted to talk but had nothing to say
You didn't pick up, and I guess that's okay
It just rang and it rang and it rang.

Expect me tomorrow, some time around three
I'll even dress up for you, wait 'til you see
And I'm bringing flowers, how silly of me
But I like to think you enjoy them.

I can't help but hope that this time, you'll be there
I'll tell you I called, and you won't really care
You'll say that you love me, and I'll make you swear
And you'll smile and pull me in close.

I think it's a Thursday, but can't say for sure
My calendar's lying face down on the floor
The days count themselves now, I can't anymore
Though it's not like I've really been trying.

I came by again today; you weren't there
I waited all night at the foot of your stair
I almost believed it, but I didn't dare
Admit to myself that you're
Gone.