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.
This poem is about:
Me