Calling

The stars aligned and told me no.
Well, in truth they didn't
but I assume they would,
and I assume
you would too.

I sat for hours,
now it seems like
lifetimes, listening to you
go on about your 'dreams'.
Newsflash: you're awake;
stay asleep or
take the reins yourself.

It was on a whim,
I suppose. I've never
had one but
I've heard of them,
heard they make you do
strange things.

It was just an idea,
just a
'Let's run away to New York'
sort of thought,
and you went along with it,
at first.
It's because it
wasn't part of your 'dreams',
wasn't it? Since when did that
stop you? Since when did
anything stop you?

You turned the car around before
the end of the street,
eyes wild and hands shaking,
your heart beating faster,
I'm sure.

I guess we couldn't get far;
I knew you'd never leave.