i sit in my room thinking
i wonder what you are doing
i see myself doing what i am suposed to
but i am consumed with the thought of you

i drive in my car i cant help but see the empty seat
i see you sitting right there
i talk to you as i drive along but you dont answer
you are not there then i wonder if you can hear me

i work through the weekend, alone most of the time
my thoughts still wander, i am confused about what to do
pacing up and down the hall waiting for someone to call
another customer, someone to talk to, i wish it was you

(c) John Uzzell
April 1, 2002

04/01/2002