telling you to go have fun
while I just remain in my room saying that it's fine,
I don't mind, go ahead,
call when you get a chance
and so I won't miss your call
I sit here, not wanting to leave
because I know when I do
that you will call
and then I'll feel as if it's my fault
that we didn't get a chance to talk
before you ran off to somewhere else
and left me here
to wait some more
and even as these thoughts
play through my head
I know that you won't give this event
a second thought
though I will be giving it
second thoughts all throughout the night
