You forget about me.
I know you do, it's okay.
There is nothing special
about me that would
set me apart.
I'm here though,
and always will be.
I will wait for you
until my hair grows
gray, and you can
no longer distinguish me
from anyone else.
Maybe then you will remember.
Maybe then you will notice the
way I have always looked at
you, like I am seeing you for
the first time
Maybe then you will see me for
who I really am, instead of
who you thought I was.
Maybe then you will open your
heart and take me in, like I have
been praying you would.
And as I stand here on
the side waiting for you,
missing out on what
could have been, my
heart slowly crumbles.
I know you are in
a different place, one
I can never go, and
I know you would
never want me to.
So I will continue
to wait, and hope, and
wish that something
will change.
Because I love you,
and that is all I can
do.