when i talk about you i find myself saying,

“we always just miss each other, always the wrong time.”

but the truth we both know and never tell is we’ve been playing bumper cars.
the feelings are there even though we fight them, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
when you inevitably step up to take the lead, i follow suit.
we crash into each other, making the jokes and being just a little too close to keep calling ourselves friends.

“this is always how we are, we’ve always been like this.”

but then just as soon as it starts it’s all too intense, and we fall back to our corners waiting for the next moment.
you look at me the way you do and tease me with that smile.
i know our cars will bump and crash even when i steer away, and each time i turn around you’re there.

“i hope we’re happy in another universe, i think they deserve to be.”

but in this one we’ll keep just missing each other, always playing bumper cars.