Her, Me, We, Your Loss

I sit, I wait, I wonder.
About what I can't decide.
Is it you, is it me?
On the question that itches me so,
is it her?
Her, she, the one I saw.

I sigh, I debate and ponder.
No answers have yet come.
Will you speak first or I?
Or the question that perplexs so deeply,
will she?
Her, she, the one I see.

She looks, she figdets, she shifts uncomfortably.
She cannot understand, just can't.
Who was first, her or me?
Or the question that irritates her heart,
where is your love?
Us, we, it cannot be both.

I stand, she gazes, you speak.
About what I did not hear.
"I'll change", "whatever it is, I'll change"
She hears you say to my back.
"Is this all I mean".
No-one, solitude, you have made your choice.

Outside, I take in the sky.
The sky of a brand new day.
She stands by my side, hand in hand.
We walk together.
Through mistaken pain, I found her,
She found me.
We, one, together.
Your loss.