Alone, I Wait

Alone in the attic window I sit,
Crouched down, nearly in the fetal position,
Staring at the clouds on a rainy day
With the phone inches from my feet.

Staring at the clouds for hours,
Waiting for a phone call I know will never come
When I know she's probably waiting
For me to call her, sitting alone in her attic,
With the phone inches from her feet,
Staring at the same sky.

Though I still wonder...
"Is she?"
"Is she really waiting for me?"
"Would she lie to me just to keep herself out of pain when I'd never dream of hurting her?"

Alone in the attic window I sit and wait,
Also, contemplating what to so without saying sorry,
After breaking so many promises.