How does that song go?

I realize I’m living the lines,

“I hear you in every song that comes on”

the radio in my car whines.

Spending so much time on the road again

waiting at stoplights,

life flashing by in my mind,

our song comes on!

“2Shy”, you know the one.

Wish I lived in this hood,

wish I was yours, wish life was good.

I see what I want, I can imagine our place;

mad cool, artsy AF, room to play.

I’m so emotional, falling so deep.

Crying at love songs, fitful stirs in my sleep.

I’m a young girl again; fresh and full for you.

I’m lost and heartbroken, wondering we’ll never be true.

“And if we’ve got something to say, now’s the time” ya?

Should we give it another 3 years?

Should we pray for a sign? Huh?

SIGN. Like astrology…

Maybe I’ll give that a re-read.

Maybe I’m supposed to take that literally.

Seriously?

Damn this universe and the hilarity.

It’s reading loud and clear, I lift out of it positively.

Can we let go of fear?

Can we add to our anthology?

Compatibility, habitability, chemistry (obviously.)

No one said it would be easy,

don’t make me get cheesy.

Wish you were my only, I could love you fully.

Until then we’ll just stay friends.

Or whatever the fuck you wanna call this.