It's hard to fall asleep
when all you do is think
                                           and think
                                                           ­  and think
of what could have,
should have,
or must have been.

And sometimes you
forget just how
much
I need to hear your words
of pure love.

Is it that you cannot speak,
or maybe you cannot understand?
Why do you not
                            so much as whisper
what you know will fill my soul,
will fuel my heart and clear my
mind?

I just refuse to believe
that maybe, probably,
                                      surely
I'll be hurt in the end,
                                      yet again,
so I'll just lay in my bed and
I'll wait.