• As I wait,

    by the window,

    for him to come home,

    I start to cry,

    a tear rolls down my cheek,

    and on to the floor.

    Two hours later,

    still nothing,

    I wonder,

    if he'll ever come home.

    I wait hours on end,

    for him to come,

    but nothing.

    I try to forget him,

    it just won't work.

    Five hours later,

    he comes home,

    with another girl,

    wrapped in his arms.

    I run to my room,

    crying,

    I pack my stuff,

    and run out the front door.

    I still won't forget him today,

    I'll never forget him,

    not even when I die.

    And still to this day,

    Everyday,

    at this time,

    a single tear rolls down my check.