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.