The Note

It was supposed to be a song, but now it's a poem.

There was so much I needed to tell you,
But you needed to be free.
So I left it on the counter,
The note you didn't see.

Time has come and gone,
And, still you are away.
If I would have just told you,
Instead of leaving a note that day.

This heartache is painful,
I wish it would fade.
It really kills me, to think,
Of the memories we made.

I wish you would have read it,
But you left it for me,
It still sits on the counter,
The note you didn't see.