You left for Europe,
Left me here with no explanation,
I yearned to hear you voice or a sign
of dedication.

I didn't know what to do,
who to talk to when I wasn't with you.
Who to hold when you weren't here,
I wanted things to be clear.

I fell for you
like I've never fallen before.
It took me by surprise
because I kept wanting more.

But now that you're in Europe,
a few things have changed.
I miss you so much,
aside from the mistakes I have made.

I needed to feel something,
a touch of some sort.
I made love to another guy,
hoping my craving for you would abort.

And now I sit here
late at night,
wishing you wanted me,
as much as the Earth needed light.

Should I be sorry,
even though you left me in the dark?
Left me there to wonder...
How could one person leave such a lingering mark?*

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