This Night I Question

And here I sit yet another night
Wondering where my love is
Here I sit not knowing when he'll call
Here I sit not knowing much if anything really at all
Another night, another lonely night
Really is it worth it?
I quesion now after all these nights
I question now even after I know how he feels
No more waiting and no more wondering
I must rest for the long days ahead

~This night I question