The Seven Month Long Lie

Seven months now have passed,
Seven months went by fast.
Seven months since "goodbye."
Seven months since the lie...

"I'll call as much as I can."
"I'll answer whenever you call."
That's where it all began.
You didn't call at all.

I pretended I was fine by it.
"So what of it? Should I care?"
Slowly, finally, I had to admit...
Admit that I wished you were here.

Time meant nothing to me anymore.
For weeks all I'd do was weep.
Never have I cried like this before.
My tears continued into my sleep.

Seven months finally passed.
No, those seven months didn't go fast.
It's been seven months since you said goodbye,
And seven months since I died.