Last Night
By Robin

Last night, I got in late;
Looked at the clock;
It was past eleven
Too late to call.
Besides, what could I say?
'I love you'?
I wanted to call,
But I didn't.
I wanted to talk to you,
To hear your voice
To explain to you about love,
And what it means to me,
Especially in the context of you.
I wanted you to know
That when I say I love you,
I really mean it
Which is something I never do.

But, I'd also be quick to explain,
In a self-protecting gesture,
That (obviously) I don't want to get back together
(We saw how well that worked last time, right?).
After all, I have my pride
And don't want to be embarrassed.

But I didn't call you
And now I may never tell you these important things
Hell, I'll probably never let you read this
Or say it's about someone else.
Because the truth is, I'm a coward
And no matter how many letters you send,
Sounding so sappy
(Just so you can take it all back five seconds later)
I'm never going to have the courage to tell you what I feel.

I didn't call you last night
But I wanted to.




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