I would have loved to be your lover
Had I had even the slightest chance
As you walk over, ever so coyly
I cannot help a second glance

I’d rather live a fantasy
Than debate of different circumstance
To you, in dreams, I’d go to smoothly,
Reaching your arms,
To dance and dance.

I’d find you in my hands
Your hands
Which create gestures
Of grand romance

But I find you
Rather
Making these movements,

Towards your real lover
Do you really prance.

And I stand alone
Cold palms, lip balm
Clenching for warmth
Fingers clasping tight

And I stand alone
Watching you two kiss
And walk away,-
My heart,
A wisp.

I was temporary companionship
Filling the gap of mere preference
And it did not make the slightest difference
When I looked to you
As heaven bliss.