Time Spent Thinking

Sometimes I wait,

I wait for you to come knock, knock, knocking, 

on my door again.

I wait for you to come beg me on your hands and knees for forgiveness,

I hope you will one day think of me,

I hope one day you’ll miss me

I hope one day you’ll forgive me

 But will that ever truly happen?

Only time will tell.

-A.R.