Maybe the timing’s not right.
Or maybe it’s just not meant to be.
Should I put up a fight?
Or should I let it be?
I keep running into you.
We’re so close, yet so far.
Tell me, what would you do?
Should I close all my feelings in a jar?
We live in the same country, same state, 20 miles away.
Yet, you don’t know me every time you see me.
Before I know it, we’ll end up going astray.
For your heart, I wish I had a key.
I would unlock it first.
And place my picture in it.
Then quench my thirst.
And happily I would sit.
If only it was that easy.
I would have done it years ago.
But sadly, life isn’t that breezy.
People come and people go.