She can’t tell me she knows what for
When I’m the one standing at her door
Too afraid to ring the bell in case she’s home
I’m always sitting on the steps waiting, alone
I’m in a constant state of flux
All I’m really hoping for is a relationship redux
But she is always busy with someone new
Rubbing out the chalk marks I so carefully drew
Around everything I thought we shared
Tender moments that show we cared
All these are now erased and gone
No more favourite restaurant or soppy song
No more finishing each other’s sentences
No more counting each other’s glances
No more cutting work to be together
No more here we are now and forever
I’ve worn a patch in her front door stoop
Shallow indentations show where my tears have dripped
I’ve left no other indications I’ve been there
Except a faint scent of sorrow in the air
There is probably a point to the way I feel
But I thought we’d made a life long deal
I staged the sit in and my offer was rejected
She shattered everything I thought sacred and protected
So now all I can do is wait here in the moonlight
And pray she won’t be coming home tonight