what is it we're striving for?
a new love interest
or an attempt at what could've been
with someone else who we love more?
or is it more of an idea
of what we could be together?
two lovers
who sit further apart
than even friends do.
me with my blue eyes
swimming in circles
just like my thoughts,
which feel like an empty cry now.
and then there's the other
with his brown eyes
staring into a void of oblivion.
we sit sighing and imagining
what everyone is doing now.
the red headed one is out there
making a name for himself,
while making the entire world
laugh at his jokes as they once did.
the one with the mustache
is married now with five kids
playing music just the way he used to.
the one with blonde hair is conducting now,
teaching the next generation of their kind.
the one with the faded smile
is doing his part for the country,
while preparing his proposal to
the girl with the dreamy eyes
and striking smile.
and so I sit here next to him,
I look at him and I realize
that this isn't my future.
I smile sadly and then grab my jacket
running down the side of the station.
He calls my name out,
but I keep running,
ignoring him.
I run past couples and confused people,
past the people we both knew once,
you and I.
I run around the corner and find you there,
guitar in your hand and your eyes lift
when you see me.
As people pass,
you put the guitar on the ground
and stand to see me.
I look into your bright eyes
and I smile.
I embrace you and you embrace back.
and I breathe out
just as the rain begins
and I feel it again.
[author's notation]
this is platonic
for the future when I see my friends
and I escape what's dragging in my life
(which may be a relationship)
so that I can go visit and old friend.
