As I wait for the call.
From the one I love.
But I wasn't excepting this call.
It plays over in my mind "Marissa I'm sorry."
Whay did he mean sorry as he talked.
I sat there frozen on a summer night.
Then I heard him screaming at me.
But I couldn't move.
So I just cried.
Then I heard him on the phone telling me he loves me.
Yet he was sorry he had to go.
As I hung up the phone I sat on the porch.
Waiting for him to call back and say he was joking.
But instead I got a phone call saying.
"Marissa, he committed sucide."
Then I knew why he said goodbye.
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