It feels like my life is on repeat,
Going the through the same emotions every night.
Wishing that instead of a pillow,
I was asleep next to you, holding you tight.
That might I come home from work on Friday,
And here a "Mr. Hinkle" from behind.
Or with you sitting up watching movies,
Playing games until I feel like I'm blind.
Every time I come out to smoke I see you and my brother at the table,
Laughing as I stumble to the ground.
Running about the whole weekend,
Just wandering 'round.
But yet every night I'm here alone,
Not hearing your laugh, probably my favorite sound.
But constantly I get my hopes that I might come home to a surprise,
Yet you are nowhere to be found.
It's hard when you're so far from me,
Not being able to say what I need to say.
I wait for the day that you truly mean "I love you" as more than your best friend,
Because it hurts when it feels like I'm the only one who really means it that way.