Quit calling

I change the calendar today,

I started checking notes,

on what have I done,

and what have I missed.

I've found a note,

it said,

January 3rd,

send a letter to her.

I watch this note,

and I see how much I forgot you,

to even send you a letter,

a year later the last time,

our last time together.

I watch it and crossed,

as it fade away,

the hope to see you once more,

or you,

to even read that write.

It's not your fault,

I let you slip trought my fingers,

thinking you'll stay,

at least in contact,

by phone, with me.

Our destiny is happening,

it's meant to be apart,

we knew this would happen,

and I won't despair now,

since I say,

I miss you,

but I,

quit calling.