sitting alone
i check my phone
but there's nothing new

waiting for her
but i can't be sure
if she's waiting too

but it's getting late
i should do more than wait
because at this rate
i'll end up frustrated
depleted and blue

but all this, i'm above
i can't help but stare
for it's all out of love
and of genuine care
every moment i spend
i come to depend
on her soul touching mine
we've become intertwined
so perhaps she'll see
what she means to me
and why i long to see her name
grace the glass of my phone
and have hope she feels the same
and forever together be sewn