You've wanted her for so long.
I can hear it in your voice and
see the longing in your eyes.
Give it a day,
perhaps a laugh will keep you from going home.
Give it a week,
maybe you'll start loving this noise.
Look up,
I promise it's not all just a facade.
Home is here, home is there, home is being alone.
She had already been made for you,
perhaps this time around it will be your choice.
If you look up,
you'll be clouded by her basic disguise.
Your present,
my happiness,
it's not all set in stone.