So lonely and out of touch,
He is here in person, but not his heart.
He is torn between two,
I am left to play monkey in the middle.
I wait for a day when he will be all mine,
His thoughts, his laugh, his love
And everything in between.
For now I am just happy, that he even thinks about me.
I do not pressure, because that's not how love works.
But I miss him at night when I sleep alone, when i make dinner for two, but a vacant seat remains.
Yet I close my eyes and smile;
Because we have had great times.
But I still wait for a day when he will be all mine.
