I was a stayer for my whole life
and never tried to left someone behind

how to lose my patience?
if leaving you is the only thing
that would be the most nonsense

I used to brood over my waiting
I'm thinking of what we were heading

as I know
waiting is a conundrum
it is hopeless until it becomes your doldrums

your tears presumes that I was its pillow
that makes comfy
my smiles used to make you happy

as my long term's crony

but... what if...
what if the person who's waiting for you,
now prefers to what you used to?