waiting . . . . .

In the darkness of my room

I wait for that tone

That sound from my phone

Telling me I am not alone

In feeling like this

Like I’m all by myself

We both said things that were wrong

And got hurt in return

I want to say sorry

But will that be enough

As I’m not sure of things

And of what you really think

Would you even want to talk

Or just leave it like this

You there, me here

And just forget the rest

Of those wonderful plans

That we so carefully weave

I don’t know what to say

To make things as they were

You loving me

And me loving you

And continue counting the days

Til I can be with you..