You're not going to come, it's obvious...
     But still like a fool do I watch and wait
     For you to come to my door. Though it's late
And I should sleep I let these torturous
Thoughts conquer me. Are you oblivious
     To my needing you? Can you truly state
     You need me? I know this, at any rate,
If I ignored you, you'd be furious.

As I lie here, still staring at the door,
Heart lying broken on the bathroom floor,
     I make tears and concern into an art.
Amid silence I hear a distant beat
Possibly being the sound of your feet
     Though more likely it's the pound of my heart.