Endless Song

You sit on the stool
fumbling with your guitar.
Your caugh is echoed
from the microphone
by your lips.

"This one's for you"
is all you said.
I know it was
written just for me.

The dtrumming of your guitar
was a soft lull of a
chaotic symphony;
a prelude of sorts.

Your melodious voice
joined the instrument.
You sang how you want me
and how much you love me.

Your eyes wander
into my direction.
They are filled with passion,
longing and faith.

The song you sing
is one of a thoughtful measure.
I feel a connection
between the both of us.

The song brings pain
to my fragile heart
as you end it.
"Baby it's you I've waited for."

It made me melt
into the fabric of my chair.
The lullaby gave me hope
and made me stronger.

Then I realize -
with a cruel twist of fate -
that I only know your name
and how it rolls off my tongue.

I know nothing
of who you are
and you couldn't care
less of me.

I'm sure you don't
even remember my name,
let alone the face
to go along with it.