sacramento is empty

did you forget my number
because I haven't heard from you in weeks
and every I'll-call-you-back
has been met with silence
and the sound of my own breath
faulty, halted, sometimes forgotten all together

so I've mastered the art of filling my time
with pointless activities hoping to
keep my mind off the fact
that I'm utterly alone in this part of the world
going to extremes to feel anything at all

now I'm left with the question of
who do I turn to
who is physically here to take the brunt of this
and hold me close while I cry until my cheeks are raw
because I have reminders at every turn
of every failure
and every mistake
and every missed opportunity
I could have possibly made

and his name is calling me back to the memories
while there's nobody in sight to
slap some sense into me
I'm wondering where hes gone
and you've forgotten I was ever there

but you're not the only one
who said they'd remember
and you're not the only one
who did no such thing
I should stop putting so much faith
into people I know are going to
let me down