i can see it
like a tape recording
be it frosty winds, howling rain, the ever rarer shining sun.
i can see it somehow

how he turns to stare at her every minute or so
his body gravitating towards his best friends
every morning, every meeting the same tune
hey, how are you? acts interested -as if he cares-
then turns around to see if she's there.
when her face is present
he basks in her beauty
turns back and can no longer see anyone
but his best friends;
he needs no one else

i can see it still , like a tape recording
played on an old film reel
the girl alone disappears with the seasons
invisible to all, the burning to feel, and

no one sees
how she turns to watch him every other minute
even when he moves away
a couple apart, but you wouldn't believe it
she just loves to see the happiness on his face
when her best friend walks in with beauty
and he can do nothing but stare
her boyfriend's smile is pure heaven
even if she can't put it there.

I'll never forget that film reel
forever burnt in my corneas and mind,
a tragedy, a love story
that won't last all of time.
as his hands find mine so rarely
his mouth utters words to me, so few
pining over what he cant have
never seeing from an outsiders view

but an outsider i am not
i just don't know how to feel
stuck here, behind the lens
in my tragedy too Reel.