Your name
seems to roll off my tongue
somehow so effortlessly
like velvet across my lips

Always stuck between
admiring you
and despising you
with my entire being

And it certainly doesn’t help
that your friends feel like my friends too
and places you drive to for dinner
are places i’ve been to too

I really can’t tell
if our small, weekly conversations
about the most trivial things
will one day add up to something

Or if they’ll just stay as they are
like where we are now
stagnant and insignificant
just constellations of what-ifs and maybes