waiting...

your memory lasts forever
even if i try to erase it
im suddenly always thinking
how long it will take you to say it
just tell me that you're sorry
and say it was all your fault
maybe its the only way
to accept the fact that you're gone
do you think of our conversations
when your staring at your ceiling
spacing out past the world
do you feel that rush of feelings
does it hit you so quickly
or do you try to supress it
i just want you to see it
so i can try and forget this
im waiting for an apology
i know will never come
and believing that you'll say it
keeps me from moving on
so currently im sitting here
writing this stupid poem
cause its the only way to fight
the emotions taking over