Waiting for Tomorrow I’ll be glad to know Nothing concerning our past. The first day we met, Of how you knew of me When you were no more than a shadow Beside. That day you leaned on me Like it was familiar When it was our first. That smile And the way you strutted around, I will be glad when I stop Smiling at those thoughts. They are painful, Hearing your voice even when you’re not around And listening for your steps That will never fall into rhythm with mine. Oh those eyes, those lips They are forever with me And I wish to give them back. When does moving on begin And where does hating myself finish. I will be glad When the time has finally come When you and I will sound like nothing But whispers in the wind And the us that I knew, Just lingering into the emptiness That I hope to leave one day.