This street has been roamed down by I too many times.
Alone or not I've always found myself right back here.
On this street, on this bench.
Just watching you.

You mindlessly staring at the sky.
Drawing, writing, or just watching the lives of us walk by.
You're always there.
Just right across this street.
How curious I've become, how I've wondered if you've seen me.

Could I cross this street and begin something known as friendship?
Yes, but friendships come and go for me.
I want you to stay.

So I'll remain here across this street, on this bench and watch you. Just as normal; while you float away.
Into the space of your mind. Where I would love to know if I'm there,
In your thoughts.
As you are in mine.

I've collected pictures over the years.
Of all my friends I've made here.
I've put them in frames and but them somewhere safe.
Some are hidden away.
Though there's one frame that's empty.
It's for you, but you don't know.

I know we've never spoken but there's a connection across this street.
That brings me here daily to see if you're here too.
But as I wonder about you and stare blindly into space.
Lost in thought do I bother to notice. You see me too.