Tone

I hear the hustle and bustle of a busy city street

I hear the rush on the pavement, New York paced feet

I hear a chill in your words and the way you breathe

I listen hard for any trace of missing me

I hear your quick stream of thoughts blending in with the noise

But there's no pause in your walk and no crack in your voice

I guess there must be someone there filling the void

I hear it loud and clear, we're no longer a choice

I hear it in your tone

You don't have to say it

Pretty clear you're moving on