... is typing

I'm just an afterthought
A text that was opened
Or good night message
Greeted with only silence

My mind races
You are always the first on mine
But i'm missing in yours
just like your replies

A year of I loves you...
whispers in the evening...
dancing with emptiness
without an answer...

It hurts to know
And it hurts to let go
But if I'm just a burden
Tell me and I'll leave you be

I won't wonder why anymore...
why I don't see "... is typing".