Listening

All around me ring the sounds
of people.
Laughing, talking, wondering.
These people are constantly blundering.
Seeking happiness.
Instead their lives are a mess.
And still I can't forget.
Everything about you
everything that made you
you.
I'm still listening on the chance
that I will glance
up and see your face.
Here in this crowded place
there is nothing left but my disgrace.
No more lies just laughter.
No morre sorrow;
happily ever after's.
For everyone but me.
Can't you see?
I'm listening
for your footsteps to ring
out on the street
and meet the pavement at my seat...
and stop.
Look slowly up...
seeing if he's real.
Can my heart still heal?
Do you feel it beating?
You hold it in your hand.
Can I still stand?
Who is this man?
Who stole my heart?
Who is this man
who broke my heart
and tore me apart?
What can I do?
when everything in my listening
has always lead me back
to you.