Trouble

I know I am in trouble
When I start to wonder
Why my handphone
Neither ring nor beep

I know I am in trouble
When I start to speculate
About the what ifs
About the whys

I know I am in trouble
When I start to tear
Each time I am reminded
Of him who sort of disappear

I miss him
Though he's not mine to miss
I am in trouble
And I dun know how to end it

Please god...
Take me out of trouble
If trouble is not meant to be,
In the first place