The Wire

There’s hard silence
On the end of a wire
Like the free trial
Time will expire

A book of photos
Gathers dust
Along the way
I lost the trust

It is her life
She can not share
If I was to fall
She can not care

Hoping to escape
She had a scheme
A distance shore
She builds a dream

Asking for little
Wanting too much
I look at the wire
Barely in touch

Should I let go
Adrift from shore
Tides wash away
Never was before

There’s hard silence
On the end of a wire
What does it matter
Only fools desire