On your bike,
down the street,
six or seven times.

I wonder if you felt the same pull
to talk. I wonder if I'm just jaded,
or the sign of you coming down the same
little street so many times was a signal.

I wonder if we're both drowning in the same sea.

I guess I would know if I'd just talked to you.

I'm so sorry, if I could've helped you.
I'm so mad at myself for not approaching you.
I'm so scared that I'll never love anyone as beautiful as you.
Most of all though, I'm terrified I was just "that" creepy guy.

I wonder if we'd be good friends.
I wonder if we'd drift apart.
I wonder if I would've been cool enough for you.