The Difference Between Crows and Ravens

I would stand in the cold for hours, just waiting
On the off-chance you’d bother to tear your attention
From those ever-so-interesting friends and acquaintances
And notice the one that you claimed to love
I would stay up past midnight with my eyes on the phone
Waiting for that call you promised over and over
And when the phone never rang and that call never came
I knew better than to wait for an apology
So why is it that all I remember
Are the days that were perfect?
The nights that we spent holding hands
To keep warm as we walked?
It’s the glint of the soft summer sun
Reflected in your eyes
It’s your voice and your face and your presence
That haunt my dreams now
How many «I-love-you"s of mine went unanswered?
I stopped keeping score of my myriad failures
So long ago that it’s hard to tell
But don’t think I’ve forgotten the way that it felt
You were always the best at maintaining your silence
Just keeping me guessing, with infinite patience
Until the hum of the phone swelled to a nightmarish buzz
And I’d finally speak just to hear someone talk
So why is it that all I remember
Are the days that were perfect?
The nights that we spent holding hands
To keep warm as we walked?
It’s the glint of the soft summer sun
Reflected in your eyes
It’s your voice and your face and your presence
That haunt my dreams now
It’s a pitiful admission
But the truth is fairly plain
I detest you so completely
But love you just the same
It’s a standard situation
We’re just playing out our parts
The pseudo-star-crossed lovers
With their scripted broken hearts
So why is it that all I remember
Are the days that were perfect?
The nights that we spent holding hands
To keep warm as we walked?
It’s the glint of the soft summer sun
Reflected in your eyes
It’s your voice and your face and your presence
That haunt my dreams now