I tried to hold her close,
I tried (but mostly I wanted) to be the only human walking on Earth that she would allow to comfort her.
But she didn't want my shoulder,
She didn't want my eyes to meet the hurt in hers,
She didn't want any of it so she pushed me away.
I waited in my truck,
I waited there at 2:45 in the morning in front of her house looking at the stars,
Just waiting.
I kept looking back a her front door hoping she'd be there looking at me,
Looking at her.
But she wasn't.
Soon it was 4:05 in the morning and I starred up at her window,
Her room lights were finally shut off and her pillow was probably drowning in the many tears she had wept tonight.
She laid back to get some rest without any warning,
Not even the removal of her curtain and her glance down on me indicating that she was going to sleep.
Nothing.
But yet here I was,
4:15 in the morning,
Parked in front of Jane's house,
Waiting for her to open the door.