I've been waiting so long just to see you again.
And I've been sleeping on my front steps with memories of you, last Fall.
I wonder why it took so long for me to get where I've never been.
I've found I'm searching my pillows for pieces of your hair.
Your eyes are sinking in water; their green is lifeless and your face is so flushed.
I've been thinking of drinking my Spring nights with you away.
It took me so long to expect that I'll never see dying leaves with you again,
But I'll sit here waiting, knowing you'll never touch my face again.
Against brick buildings, I held you.
They thought that something was happening; I only wish it was.
I wish for you the way I met you.
I've decided avoiding you for at least a while might be the best thing,
After all, my first smoke after three sober months is the best one I could have.
I've been waiting so long, so smile for me. Just to see you . . .