You weren’t there when I needed you, your words came too late. By the time the phone rang I was down the stairs, I had made my escape. The streetcars clanged their impatience, I waited for the light to change to finally walk out of your life. You took what didn’t belong to you (my heart and soul) and refused to give it back. I should go back and fight for it, but if I do, I’ll miss my plane.