and i still see you sitting there
in a daze, on the edge of the bed
slumped over by the window.

me, internally smiling
cuz for once
you look as vulnerable as i feel.

and yes,
i want to remain concreted in the times i felt
that i would never stop loving you
because i never really will.

i'll just stop seeing you
sitting there, in a daze
at the edge of the bed
not smiling.