Sometimes,
I wish
there was something between us.
Something…anything…just so that I could look you in the eye
and smile;
just smile, damn it; but we aren’t even acquaintances.
And it hurts; at its corniest, it hurts,
that you don’t know me and I don’t know you
And yet that I wish -
sometimes,
I wish
that I knew you and you me;
just so that I could say hi
and have you say it, back to me.
