Wishes

I often find myself wandering around, looking for him,
Pretending he’s here for me,
When I find my self crying at his absence I realize he is gone, He left,
Without a trace, With a cold farewell.
When I find my self alone, I’d look for his face in the crowd, wondering
“Could he be here?”
“Could he come back for me?”
But the part that wants him gone says
“He left, he’s never coming back for you.”
And then, I stop for awhile,
Act natural, then give up.