You came and left, leaving me standing at the door.
I watched you walk away from my window...holding my hand on the glass.
I smiled and cried at the same time. I didn't tell you how I felt because you don't care.
I know this and sat on the floor, noticing your shirt.
I took your shirt up, taking in all I could of you.
Curled up on my bed with it and drifted in to a dream about you.
I wonder if this is time to forget you or if I should just enjoy the few precious moments that life has given me.
Maybe there is someone better, more deserving, maybe thats who I should be with, but then why do you always show up?
