In The Maybe

I want you to remember my name I want you to look at me and realize you feel the same Instead I became a standing figurine, irrelevant to your life Paying attention to the little motions that define you Do you even notice what I do Holding my breath when you walk by me, I attempt to compose myself I day dream- my thoughts are so loud Time and time again I look out into the crowd Only to find our secret love is a one way street; a path you obviously have lost directions to The bell finally sounds and I slowly begin to break apart Without looking back you walk away and leave with my heart Someday I will get the courage to say something, but for now I am forced to live in the maybe