I would not have heard you,
lost as I was in myself.
I may have wondered about you,
but I would not have heard.

I would not have heard you
above the whispered storm
of doubt and imagination,
of thoughts that would not leave.

I would not have heard you,
though you cried for me to do so.
It was not my choice, nor plan.
Forgive me if you must.

I would not have heard you,
lost as I was in this dream.
I awakened too late to hear you,
too late to take your call.