I find the trails of your smell in the hoodie I was wearing when I saw you, Every night I find myself looking out the window, Thinking maybe you’ll make for a bit, Hoping I’ll be at the balcony. I was wrong, and I lied to you, And I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that I should’ve taken your hand And asked if you were serious, as much as I was— Because there’s simply no way. I’ve realized I might have loved you More than just a bit, Craving more time to look into your eyes, More time to take and hold you. You were right, And you shouldn’t had let me get out of your car, Because now I can’t get you out of my mind. Now how do I? And how do you not text me? Just one time, of everything with you— And I’ll be complete.