no show

  I'm staring at the clock,
  You were meant to be here ages ago,
  But you didn't show up,
  Why am I not surprised,
  Looking at my watch again,
  Staring down the street,
  The tears start to come to my eyes,
  I know you're not coming,
  But I still want to pretend there's a chance,
  Of you suddenly coming round the corner,
  With that oh so familiar swagger of yours,
  And a smirk on your face,
  You'll take my hand,
  And help me up,
  We'll walk down the road,
  You'll have your arm around me,
  Holding me softly but firmly,
  And I'll be oh so happy,
  But that's only a dream,
  You're a no show,
  I walk home alone,
  And cry into my pilow.