Never Come

I am waiting for you. In a sense, I'll always be waiting for you. This pain. This pain starts in my chest. Right at my heart. Pulsing and thumping. Slowly moving outward until it covers my torso. I am waiting for you. Pounding and growing. Making me ache. Making me cry. I am waiting for you. You who will never come. Never give me what I want. Never be able to love me. But here I am. Waiting for you. I am waiting. Waiting for you. But you will never come. I am sorry. Sorry to myself for thinking you'll love me. For thinking that you like me. I know the truth. I'm not dumb. O.K., maybe I am. Because I'm still waiting. Waiting for you. But you will never come.