A Sketch of What Will Never Be

Each day the sun will burn
Each day the world will turn.

Everyday I can’t help but wish

Something more will come of this.

All that’s left that I can do

Is pray that someday I can be with you.

To stay another minute or two.

We can continue to talk, or go on a walk.

Nothing more than this could be.

After all i’m the only one that can see

What we could be if you just opened your eyes to see the light.

We would be fearless, unafraid, not caring what people say.

All I can think about is what will never be.  

Or could we?

We would be unique

Envied by others

But none of that would really matter, as long as i’m with you.

Then May hit

The feelings grew.

It’s a movie that plays in my head

A scene of us, and what will never happen.

I continue to play with a piece of led

A sketch of what we will never be.

I have been told

As the story goes, he might just notice me.

But he’d too blind to see ahead of me.

He is happy

I have to accept.

That he isn’t happy with me.

He takes her hand.

But that hands not mine.

He asks her to dance

While i’m just in the back

Watching all these things that I seem to lack.