Loving You From The Past

We're sitting in his car again.
In front of my apartment.
I look at the clock.
3:04 A.M.

Sam probably will come home around five in the morning.

I'm too scared to get out of the car.
Because I don't know when I will see him again.

I crumble with tears.
I crumble with fear.
I crumble with love.

"Are you going to come back?"
I ask him.

He stays silent.

"Because I waited for you for thirteen years."

He stays silent.

"And I can't bear if you don't."

He stays silent.

"Do you still love me?"

He stays silent.

My heart felt like something just stabbed it.
With a million of razors stuck together.
When he didn't respond.

"Gerard..."
I call out for him.

He stays silent.

"If you don't say anything, I'm going to leave."

He stays silent.

"I'm leaving. Please don't expect me to look back for you,"
I regretfully tell him.

He stays silent.

My tears are still coming out.
My heart is still being stab.

I open the door.
Slam it hard.
Stomp towards my number.
And fall down on the floor.
To turn around to see
Gerard driving away.