Were those hours wasted?
The ones that I spent thinking about you.
The ones that I spent wishing we could be together.
The ones that I spent dreaming about you.

Were the hours wasted,
The ones that I spent writing your last name.
The ones that I spent wondering what a life with you would be like.
The ones that I secretly spent planning our first holiday letter.

How can I face that those hours were wasted?
The ones that I spent wishing we could escape together.
The ones that I spent wishing we had met 10 years before we did.
The one I spent missing you.

I have to face it, as unpleasant as it is.
We will never escape together.
We will never have a holiday letter.
I will never write my name with yours at the end.
I can miss you, but it doesn't get me anywhere.

I have to face what we have now, is all that we will ever have.
Alas, a good friend is nothing to be upset about... Unless there could have been so much more.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss