I watch and wait for her to come,
A-walking in the door,
I hope this time that things might change,
That she might give me more,
Than just her usual quick hello,
And just her everyday smile,
Before going to all her friends,
and leaving me a-while.

The door opens and in she comes,
She looks around to see,
A score of faces, mostly friends,
Then sets her eyes on me.
A little smile, a brief hello,
A "how are you?" at most,
Then off she goes, to those she knows,
And leaves me with the ghost,

Of all the hopes that just collapsed,
Of all the dreams that died,
All the wishes I just lost,
The tears I have cried.

These things are gone, but not for good,
For in spite of all my sorrow,
A hope is really all I have;
So I'll wait again, tomorrow.

-Wistan

Wrote this, on January 10th, 1989, about a lady I loved who never loved me. I still think about her far more often than I should. [sigh]