Mistake

I keep waiting for the day that

I wake up 

And I think of 

Someone other than you 

That I don’t wake up sad 

Or missing you

Or hopeful that you’ve changed your mind 

Or that I send the message

And it does go through 

That red exclamation point 

Is gone 

And you respond with 

“I miss you Too, babe.

I’m sorry”

And that’s all it would take for me

I wouldn’t need any more 

No explanation 

No back story

No answers 

Or fill in the blanks 

Right now my heart needs more 

And my mind needs 

Something to hang on to 

To make this all make sense

But if you answer

Or reply

Then I wouldn’t need anything else 

Because then 

This was all a just big mistake 

And we can get back to 

How it was 

And how it was always 

Supposed to be