Waiting Outside

I confess it confused me,

and hurt a bit

to know that there are still

bars between us,

that we're so close yet

so far.

"Was it me?" I asked myself,

"Am I not enough?"

But then I realize that 

no one's to fault, 

it was just the wrong time to try, 

your gate wasn't ready to open. 

I think I'll learn 

to be content 

just waiting outside, 

it's not too bad out here; 

because you are still you, 

and I am still me, 

we can chat and laugh and 

be happy together 

like we always used to be.