REMISSION

As I sit wondering, attempting to make sense of a voicemail 

Heart broken, bleeding through my eyes, from tears cried along the trial 

Who knew minutes were precious as seconds, with no second chance 

Trust was earned now questioned, why her love was not paid as advance 

Calling, hoping, and praying that no one picks up or maybe just press ignore 

After listening to my heart, just maybe, we can be as we were before 

Explanations are all that are left, what can I do to make things right 

Faced the fact, that if my wrongs were wrong they will come to light 

Take a moment to reflect on what was and what could have been 

To explain my state of mind, think of it as remission of a friend 

My life was path least walked yet she has chosen to run through 

There are no more tests for my love, know that it is tried and true 

Time has passed by, my heart has healed, but my mind is still perplexed 

Why did she leave a voicemail, when she could have just texted?