I wake at night expecting you.
Believing that any moment you’ll appear.
You’ll never know how often I think of you.
How I curse the way I still yearn for you,
Still trying to purge myself of you.
Of the imprint you’ve left on me.
I still believe you’ll come back,
Still hoping for a different outcome,
Completely at odds with my current reality.
Part of me still waits for you,
Still hopes that we can be what we once were.