I stand on the outside, looking in
And I knock on the cold windowpane.
Did you ignore me? Can’t I come in?
It’s a perishing night, black as sin
Until lightning cuts the driving rain.
I stand on the outside, looking in.
I saw you last Saturday with him
And these thoughts thunder deep in my brain:
Did you ignore me? Can’t I come in?
I should have spoken but didn’t begin;
I just ignored you, went for my train.
I stand on the outside, looking in.
I drip by your door, soaked to the skin.
Haven’t I made my position plain?
Did you ignore me? Can’t I come in?
Is it all over? Should I give in?
But still I wait here; still I remain;
I stand on the outside, looking in.
Did you ignore me? Can’t I come in?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem