I reach out to you, there's no reply
You're too busy, you're preoccupied.
So many times how I've waited.
On my desires to be met, be sated.
Am I just wasting energy, my time?
Hoping for moments so sublime.
Still I hang on, not give up hope.
I find new ways to help me cope.
Yet I reach for you, there's no reply.
Again I'm all alone, feeling denied.