From Afar

I sit and watch the people walk by outside,

And I smile knowing you’ll never know—

Or ever care of the way I’ll feel.

I laugh bashfully when you tell a joke,

But you tend not to notice the moments

I’m so nervous I can’t speak.

I watch couples holding hands

And think of how we never will,

So I walk down a different street

Just so I will run into you, accidentally—

I pass right by everyday,

But I still haven’t figured out hello.

I had a dream once

That we held hands all night and day—

And then I awoke alone,

Wondering when you would appear.

     DannYetman

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