I keep waiting for the day
you close the last door on me,
and say goodbye that final time.
Knowing you think it is inevitable
pulls at a place deep inside,
where wounds are kept hidden
from the prying eyes of others.
I take as much happiness as I can
from the moments you are mine.
Wondering when the hour will come
that wont satisfy one of us,
and we will be tired of loving this way.
I can't believe it will be me
to make that type of decision,
because I promised myself long ago
that having a piece of your life,
was better than having none.
That I would simply hold on
to what I believed in my heart
was a precious and unique friendship.
And I knew I was willing
to risk whatever it might cost me,
should you ever decide
you were tired of loving this way.
I would like to think
that it would pull at your heart,
and you would deeply miss me.
That I would cross your mind often,
and your lips would whisper my name.
That you would have an ache inside
in a spot that only I can fill;
My memory causing a tear to form
in the corner of your soulfilled eyes.
That you would call me back to you.
Without hesitating...
I would return
still not tired of loving this way.
