An Anthology Of Me

Who Knows?

I take a look at you sitting there by yourself.

While I sit here thinking, if I were to get up and go to you...

I'd confidently ask if I could sit with you, then ask if you had time to talk about our lord and savior. You'd be confused and I'd say...

"Good, I don't know much about pyramid scams anyway."

You'd laugh, and I'd introduce myself. We'd talk about why we're sitting in a coffee shop alone on a Monday afternoon, about what we're doing in our lives, and things we want to do. I'd try to be funny and goofy, you'd humor me.

You'd talk about yourself, and I'd just listen and look into your eyes, watch you tuck your hair behind your ears, memorize the way you look, your laugh, your smile. I'd burn your image into my mind because I'd never want to forget you.

Then...

We'd part ways. Say good night, but also maybe exchange numbers, and schedule to meet again next week.

Or maybe...

I'd just sit here, thinking of what could be, because reality isn't always what we want it to be, then I'd watch you greet your boyfriend as he walks through the door.

But what if there wasn't anyone she was waiting for?

Would I have gotten up and said something?

I probably would have done the same thing though. Just sit here. Just watching other people go after people I like, while I do nothing.

It's not the world, or fate or destiny. It's my fault for not doing anything.