I see you sitting near.
Your heart is weary,
your face haggard.
I long to reach out,
to hold your hand
in mine and whisper
your name.
A thousand times
I've played the scene
in my mind, and
a thousand variations
have formed into
things that will
likely never be.
I long to share my
affection with you,
to tell you how I feel.
But we are only friends.
So instead I wait,
watching and loving
from a distance;
only hoping,
never knowing.
If only I had
the courage
to tell you
the truth.
Author's note: I believe I wrote this in 2013
