Two Hours Behind

Told myself I'd call back in the spring.
Now the building's getting quiet,
And I'm stuck here in the silence.
I could walk in, take a breath,
But I'm terrified of what's left.
All those faces asking why I wasn't there to say goodbye.
Two hours behind, then a lifetime late.
Couldn't face the truth, so I just stayed.
You deserve better than this friend who shows up after everything ends.
Two hours behind, I'm always too slow.
Watching people leave, who I should know.