I stand outside your window pane,
pressing my fingers against the glass,
hoping the fingerprints I leave behind,
won’t go unnoticed,
and you’ll think of me.

I left a t-shirt in your room,
covered in my well-known scent,
thinking that if you knew my smell,
you’ll think of me,
and have regrets.

The last time I was with you,
I cried a tear that hit the bed,
maybe your finger will brush that spot,
and when you think of me crying,
your heart will be heavy of self-contempt.

Do you remember yesterday?
When you found your stuff in the front yard?
Maybe when you picked it up,
it hurt your heart,
and tears fell from your eyes.

Again, I stand outside your window,
noticing my picture on your wall,
maybe you forgot to take it down,
but I hope your using it as a reminder,
that I’m worth holding onto.

Please come back to me.