Sometimes I wonder,
what makes you tick?
What makes you feel?
And when will it click,
in your beautiful head,
that I loved you?

I've been faithful,
and I've been strong.
They say four months,
isn't that long,
but to me,
it felt like an eternity.

I sit and ponder,
now that you're gone,
what exactly happened,
what I did wrong,
to make you, of all people,
hate me.

I will sit here,
for the rest of my days,
till I find out what I did,
to push you away.
No matter how long it takes,
I will wait.