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.

Foolish dreams.