Best Layed Plans - Not

Here I am yet again, this day, a plan in place, prepared with gift of token kind, enough to show I care. Excited with anticipation, the time, for it draws near. Faith prevails, though uncertain, a hope that things still stand. Undeterred, I carry on, no clear communique. Arrived said time, no sign of you, the hope turns to despair. A death of sorts arrives this day, I feel it deep inside, the spark is gone, extinguished by the rains you send my way. Could it be of grand design, to break me of my will, so I give up, and you no guilt, it ends as if by plan. The truth I see, it works for you, a fool, no more I'll be, so continue on and live your life, no place in there for me.