Displeased with my disbelief,

You bullshitted as usual,

Playfully and irresponsibly.

"But, what if one day

I would truly be waiting for you at the lobby?

Dimmed, I uttered soft and low to the microphone,

"If you ever would,"

Half-jokingly.

Now and then, I still recall

That telephone conversation you have long misplaced

When I see a silhouette

Or no one 

Standing at the corner of my lobby entrance.

I daydream

Playfully and without responsibilities:

What if 

Your babble was instead,

(As I have been misled,)

A to-be-fulfilled prophecy?

I would apologize for lacking faith

In your proposition,

If only I wasn't right,

Only if I wasn't right.