Our last conversation,
ever so sad, ever so hurtful,
with these tears falling rapidly as I knew it was the end,
since then, not a word,
days and days go by.
I continue my life,
but the pain is still evident,
for there isn't a day I regret my harsh words,
praying for your return,
days and days go by.
Still glimpses of hope within me,
a doorbell, a phone ringing,
each time hoping it is you,
wanting me and needing me as you once did,
days and days go by.
I ask not for your love,
and do not care if you change your ways or not,
I only ask for you to be here,
even if I am to ignore every feeling, and only look to you as a friend,
But still, days and days go by.
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