One Text//The Process

This was an exercise, trying to write from a perspective other than mine. I think it came out pretty well. It flowed easy for me. It's not about anything in particular. It mirrors a common situation. Hope y'all enjoy it. =]

I was gettin off the train
and started thinking
Kinda vague
Like, man, I ain't heard from my girl all day
So I started to imagine
all the things that could've happened
Maybe her phone got cut off
Or she left home and just forgot it
But jealousy got the best of me
And brown eyes turned to green
"What if she's off with some nigga somewhere
Not thinkin bout me?"
What if she decided finally that
She's wasting time and tried to find
A man that could be all the things
That I just couldn't be?
Then fear crept up from the rear
Giddy and eager to remind
That I never had officially claimed this woman as mine
So, technically, if she wants to be with somebody thats fine
(That word stabbed me in the heart though, hell no that shit wasn't fine)
So I was sitting on my couch, and just staring at the phone
Tryna figure, should I hit her up
Or just leave her alone
Can't just call her in a jealous rage
'Cause I feel she's my own
Can't just tell her she can never stray
'Cause her voice, to me, is home
Then the realization dawned on me
My heart started to fall
'Cause I figured out this chick I'm calling mine
Ain't mine at all
And that if she didn't want to
Well, she never had to call
It just hit me in the head
Like, man, she never has to call
So I'm sitting, staring, stumbling
Trying to figure what to do
As the thought of me without her
Tries to tear my heart in two
I'm just sitting, staring, stumbling
Wondering what'll happen next
When the phone that I've been staring at rings
Says I've got a text
So I open it, excited, wondering what it's going to say
"Hey love. Wanted to tell you I've been missing you all day."
Nervous heart comes back together
Takes a breath, and gets its wings
Just her presence calms my soul
And moves my mind to better things
I'm rethinking our arrangement
Some things, you've just gotta do
But till then, just a response
"Wassup my love. I missed you too."