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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