We stand at the door and say our goodbye and you do your best to give me a smile
You turn down the stairs lingering still without the words you needed to hear
I close the door; delete your number, without your name will I still wonder
Every last fiber locked up and away; erasing the past to get through the day
But a ghost of a whisper of what you wish for and still we remember how it began
So we can’t leave it, continue to keep it, and the next week you’re back again
Then we unseal it, wreck it and ravish, and come Sunday morning you hold my hand
Staying this way as long as we can while you remember that once charming man
So stoically quiet with witty one-liners and bright hazel eyes that made you once smile
And so you wait, persistent and patient, craving the day when he might bend
Finally saying the words you wish to hear and what would it matter if he finally did?
Promises broken, even as they were spoken, and thus in the end best left wholly unsaid.