I want to contact you so bad
but I’m not done searching.
And I’m still trying to figure out
exactly what in me is lurching.

I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying to shake
the thought that all this is wrong.
I’m desperately writing, rewriting, erase
all the wrong notes to this song.

It’s not yet fair to call you,
I know not what to say.
I know just how you will sound
when you tell me it’s okay.

But I’m listening for another voice.
One I’ve tuned out for a while.
And this voice, not always soft,
shall always make me smile.

But I still want to contact you,
and today I won the fight.
One day, maybe, poss-ibly
doing that will be alright.