Waiting Poem by Mister Mullins

Sitting in a room.
Quiet in a corner.
The musician plays my heart's tune.
My mind switches between red and blue,
As my soul is soothed with former thoughts of you.
There are times when despite bad, good proves true.
Is it possible that when we were together,
that was me and you.

Too much seperates us i suppose,
but the love that grew between us,
brought that space to a close.
All thats left is time maybe i should count to three.
Rest assuredly,
i'm waiting for the day you come back to me.