A Poem to Someone

I met you in one of those fated moments of chance,
Impossible as it is to predict life’s dance.
I’d never have seen if not for those beautiful eyes,
The same ones that haunt me from night to night.
And you gave your time to the weird guy in the corner,
With too much to say and no way to say it.
It was a story book meeting with a real-life ending,
Since I’m still sitting here alone.

And it seems all too likely that you’ll never know,
Never see what I am too afraid to show.
Even if you read this, you’ll probably never guess,
Since I’m really just writing to get this off my chest.
Or maybe I hope that somehow you will,
And that maybe you understand the way I feel,
And accept that maybe we are meant to be,
Embracing the wills of destiny.

But in truth, I’m not trying to cause a scene.
I don’t even know just how you’ve been.
I’ve kept myself from really getting close,
Because I’m not trying to take what I want most.
I don’t want to steal you from your life,
I just don’t think it would be right,
To assume the mantle of lover and thief.
You’ve already worked hard for what you have now.

So why am I writing this lover’s appeal,
If I know the results won’t be what I feel?
Well I’m afraid it’s just what romantics do,
Love is often felt only by one of two.
To keep hope alive causes pain and despair,
But to lose it entirely is to lose all care.
So I’ll just end this soliloquy here,
And maybe it will accidentally reach your ear.