Was her last request, and bound to her I happily acquiesced  
In that moment I found strength in her misplaced optimism, the faintest whisper of hope

As she turned away, I told her, "You'll be back in no time", not realizing what a cruel lie that must have been
For months I waited as seasons changed, mocking me with their linear courses

My window became my mirror, but all that was reflected marked tragedy
The phone call had my heart coiled in the cold grip of reality, and I fled inwards, locking myself away
I had known the truth, but for months sought to deny myself closure

At the funeral, looking into her once green eyes, I screamed in blind fury, cursing her addictions and beauty
She had the courtesy not to respond

Sometimes, in my head, I jump back six and a half years and return to that dusty window sill
Still waiting

I sit there and hope, although I'm not sure for what
Your name is forever a part of me

I still love you, I suppose, and with all my heart can reach out with, I want you to come back

I did what you said

I waited