Everything

I sit on that bench, all by my lonesome.
I never once complain, I enjoy the silence and the peace of mind that comes from a cigarette alone with only my thoughts.

At least I thought I enjoyed it, until you walked over with your big feet and perfect smile.

I sat on that bench for three months, waiting for class I thought.
In reality I had been waiting for you.
Waiting for you to put your hand on my thigh and tell me I'm okay.