Watching through the Glass
I stood at Admin window watching for you,
I stood at the clock waiting for you, not knowing why.
I saw your face, looking my way, but I doubt you saw me too.
The rain soaks my coat, swearing to never dry.
I was thinking about this morning, when I told you to disappear.
How can I be so horrible? I ask myself all the time.
You told me I was only speaking from fear.
I put the thought away, knowing in the end it will all be fine.
Is it all in my head? Most things are.
The rain soaked into my jacket reminds me I am awake.
I think of the lonely road ahead and my lonely car.
How long will this gruesome journey take?
I am better off alone, and you are better off without the pain.