Every time I get a response
or an answer
or nothing at all
most of the time, nothing at all...
You make me want to love once again
but once again would mean one more time
and one more time could also be the last
oh the thoughts you pour down my mind
penetrating my soul with every past life at a distant memory together
Seems I met you when you walked away
because just like a snap of my finger
your silence still sits,
as well as my patience permits.