can't you tell me?

my inadequecies in telepathy deny me the ability to see how you feel about me when the time came for you to leave you told me it was a good night a kiss on the lips and my hands on your hips and life in my sight days have passed on and your memory is almost gone your actions have stung and i'm almost alone in a world of my own what went wrong here? i thought it was on track with flowers in our heads and bodies lying in beds when will the call come? when will the call come? if i could read your mind i would find i'm not kind and dancing devils all around my head is glowing amber with confusion and anger at the reasons for no phone sound it makes me wonder how how i could do it again make myself feel lonely awaiting life in my den when will the call come? when will the call come? dead air...