Thoughts

I thought it was love,
I thought it was real,
I thought I was right,
But that's not how you feel.

I've been in my room,
Waiting
Next to my window,
Watching
On my hard bed,
Sleeping
On my cold pillow,
Dreaming

I head for the phone,
Hoping
Head for the door,
Longing
Stare at a picture,
Remembering
Stare at a star
Wishing.

You may have forgotten the hair that you once
Stroked,
or the promises that you once spoke . . .
You may have even forgotten
That my love wasn't a joke,
but I know you will never forget
The heart that you just broke . . .