At the tone

I should have suspected, when you, closed the door,
You hadn’t said it, but it was clear, you cared no more,
And when I called you, no one picked up the phone,
It rang for ages, before I left, at the tone…

Sweetie ring me back, when you get chance,
There’s things I gotta say,
When this reaches you, please call back soon,

And that was yesterday.
The vodaphone you’re calling,
May have been switched off,
And the signal’s falling,
I just hope it’s enough,
To wish you,
Somehow knew,
I love you.

How could I have missed the, marks on your arm?
All the tiny scratches from your months of self-harm,
I should have seen this coming, guess I was blind,
And now that it’s too late, the answers I suddenly find.