how many times
i wish i said hello. i could have made a mark
stole the show.
but i just sank into my own below.
where the same person is in the same space,
where she never leaves and even though i can't even
remember her face. she's everyone.
how many times i wanted to just show you i was worthy
of a connection but all i did was just hold the phone.
she's approaching me, but i have this feeling like i can't
make my heart come up to speed. she walks right through me
and i don't know if she saw the seed. i just regret never having
sewn a thing.
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