Every day’s an opportunity

Hoping maybe I’ll catch your eye

Blindly waiting in the background

And people ask me: why?



I try to give them an answer

But I always come up short

“He’ll never feel the same,” they say

And I reply with a defensive retort.



Satisfied with “maybe someday”

Content with “next year”

The sound of my voice in denial

Is the only thing I hear.



Maybe soon everything will pass

My year long yearning will be for naught

But if I’m honest I know that by tomorrow

My desire to move on will be forgot.



I know it’s unreasonable

Senseless, unrealistic, and absurd

Holding onto what little’s been said

When it’s been so long without a word.