Perhaps a few years hence,
You'd know what I meant,
When I asked you to stay;
There are feelings disfigured,
Emotions you've triggered,
That don't separate,
Making me weak and useless.

Maybe you'll never understand,
For it was truly unplanned,
When for once I asked you,
To wait, to stay, to be...
Yet you've told me,
You were busy.

I'll forget these feelings,
And wait for my heart,
That'll heal with time;
Of all things I've done, will do,
I shall never beg for you.