Is it too much
To want you to be
The silhouette just in front of me
Your long hair resting
Gently on your coat
A tote bag slung over your shoulder
Is it too much
To want you to be
The person on the
Bus, head in a book
Dreaming of a world
So different to our
Own
Is it too much
To hope to see your
Face, even for just a second
To hope that you are
Driving the car that passes me
By, to hope that you will see
Me by chance some
Where
It is definitely too much
To hope that you will see
Me as anything more than
A friend, and that's if I'm
Lucky.
It is too much
To hope that we will
Ever be more.
~may 2018
