I nearly called your name

I nearly called your name, but you, who was deaf to me, still changed everything.

“At last” I thought “my time has come again”, but nothing came in the end. Except the end of Summer.

All the voices kept repeating, all the lies, blogged and tweeting – whatever that all means.

Some modern kid with plastic shoes can use it all but will never choose the right one. Because he’s never heard of it. And never will. A sad fact that I must live with. But that’s just the latest in the line, ever growing, I must be going.

Yes I nearly called your name. What would you have done?

We both know, we all know. We both know. I was right again, it never really began.

And I nearly called your name. I nearly called your name.

Keep writing to me… I never open anything.