waiting for Inrequited love

He stands there waiting by the door,
His heart is heavy, his spirits sore.
He's dressed in his best, but still unsure,
If she'll ever come to him, or walk out that door.

He's been waiting for hours, it seems,
For the girl of his dreams,
But she doesn't feel the same,
And his heart is filled with pain.

He knows he's not her type,
She's made that clear with a swipe,
But still he waits, hoping she'll change her mind,
And they can leave this loneliness behind.

But time passes by with no reply,
And his heart begins to die,
He knows he needs to let her go,
And find a love that's real, not just for show.

So he takes a deep breath, and turns to leave,
With a heavy heart, and a sense of relief,
For though he hoped and wished and prayed,
He knows it's time to find a different way.

And though he walks away alone,
He knows his heart will someday find its home,
For in the end, love will always win,
And a new beginning will soon begin.