this was me two years ago, almost to the day.

I feel so confused
About when I will see you again
I feel the miss deep within
But will things again turn sour
As I wait for the darkening hour
Or will you ask me to be yours
And will we live and live strong
These questions tick slowly by
And the summer lengthens it’s sigh
I wait for you
Return home
And tell me what is to become
Of our love.