Across the globe, coming and going.
Sometimes deliberate, sometimes not,
I refuse to see how far we’re apart.
You know my fear – I fear you’ve moved on.
Am I too stubborn to accept you’ve gone?
Of my many flaws, it’s not strength I lack-
I am still hatching plots to win you back.
One thing I’m sure of: I’ve no regrets, none.
Though our journey wasn’t strewn with fun,
Call me proud, but I’m sorry for nothing
It was all done with a great deal of thinking.
Seems strange to me that I am still here, waiting
Trying to conjure some sense for my being.
Time marches on, even nature is new,
Seasons have changed, I’m still waiting for you.