Moments of inner turmoil, i've only been gleaning.
Spending all that useless time hopelessly believing,
save the day I see your back when you are finally leaving.
Somber cry, short goodbye-- For you and I, I'll be bereaving.
Hours of ticking clockwork, I have been but dreaming.
Wasting all that useless thought, selfishly deceiving.
Deluded hopes of love anachronize my breathing. Thoughts unrequited, only blighted--
For you and I, I will be craving.
Days of lonely ennui, I've been by the phone.
Hoping by some volition you would come to call my home.
Marking all those countless days that I will spend alone.
Chalky signs in tallied lines--
For you and I, alone.