April Fools, The joke is on me

The Joke is On Me

I yearn for the ‘clink’ of the text
That says your silence is all a mistake
That you don’t mean to stay away
That you want to try again

I spy every silver truck I pass
For a glimpse of your hair
Because I can’t let you go
Because I can’t forget

The promises, The dreams
The laughs, The hopes
I thought I found
In you, in me; Together

I’m January’s Little Joke
In the midst of July
Waiting, wanting

My life wanders, wonders
If the joke will ever be
If ever, if ever
On you, instead of on me