Micra Outro

(Putting this up as a poem, hoping to convert it into a song as part of an attempt to write an album)

Well now we don't talk I:

Play my sport a little harder

Write a little softer

Sing a little louder and I

Hit the bar more.

Feeling so bad but the choice was mine

I miss you so much, would a text be a crime

Just can't seem to write the words I need,

Can't wait for my stolen hour on a Wednesday eve