Eight Years

What’s it like to have the world chanting your name;

What’s it like to have the world be a witness to your fame;

To have strangers screaming your name;

Falling for you and thinking you feel the same;

I thought at first to ask if your well;

But it doesn’t take a genius to tell;

You are thriving under the spotlight:

So there’s no point in asking if your alright;

I can see how happy you already are;

In just a few years you’ve come so far;

And I’m happy for you, I swear that it’s true;

But how long will it take to see this dream through;

It’s been eight years now since you had to go;

Eight years without you and all I get is a show;

I gave up your kisses for an unfair trade;

I live alone while you dream and get paid;

You took on the world but I got left behind;

Missing you more with every notebook you signed;

You still call maybe one a week;

But now that’s the only time we even speak;

You’ll send pictures and say you miss me;

I’ll fake a smile as if it didn’t hurt to see;

You told me before you needed only a year;

But years have gone by and the end is still unclear;

I can’t tell if I’m waiting for something that won’t come;

Because I gave the world my gift and they didn’t ask who it’s from;

No one knows about the woman you had to leave;

So no one knows how much I’ve had to grieve;

But I’ll keep on waiting for just another year;

Then another and another despite my fear;

But until that day, I’ll be filled with concern;

And I’ll never stop waiting until you finally return