I go up and down the stairs a million times a day,
and every day, every time I look at your door.
I know your not there, yet I cannot look away.
I miss you more and more, and every time I look at that door,
it makes me want to cry.
You are gone now, home to stay.
Maybe a visit but who knows.
You invade my dreams still, even though you are gone.
I loved you but realized too late,
crying every night for my mistake.
Bliss turns to sorrow as love goes on.

As the door stands open, I almost go to your room,
though I know your not there.
Then I turn back and go up to my room.
Hoping the roommate does not come back.
Sitting here and mourning while staring at the screen,
tears puddle on my desk, like they have a many times like this.

I know it would not work between us but I never less wanted to try
but now you are taken
and so am I.



this is a true story i wrote this as it was happening. yes Mel this one is about Shane.