The Last Stop

You don’t love me,

and that’s fine

But, What time?

What time will you meet me here

at this last stop.

The stop for this train that's filled

with ongoing feelings, filled

with continuous

“I like you's," and

“I’m here aren’t I?"'s

I still don’t know..

As I continue waiting here

At this last stop

I think of all the reasons for

Why you’re not here…

Is it the way I talk?

The way these words

continue to waterfall

Off of my bottom lip?

Or is it the way I stop

And look at you thinking

“How are you mine?”

Or is it you?

You and your heart of stone

That stone I can’t seem to break through

Or your open wounds

That are just too raw to ignore.

Maybe,

I will never know,

I’m just stuck

In this glue trap called love…

and, that’s okay.

That’s okay because

You

are what I want

You

are all I see

You

are the one that I believe has been

Put on this earth for me.

I know

I love you.

And, because I love you

I will be here

At this last stop

Waiting…