I see you sitting near.

Your heart is weary,

your face haggard.

I long to reach out,

to hold your hand

in mine and whisper

your name.

A thousand times

I've played the scene

in my mind, and

a thousand variations

have formed into

things that will

likely never be.

I long to share my

affection with you,

to tell you how I feel.

But we are only friends.

So instead I wait,

watching and loving

from a distance;

only hoping,

never knowing.

If only I had

the courage

to tell you

the truth.

Author's note: I believe I wrote this in 2013