Someday I’ll send you a letter.
It’ll be riddled with horrible penmanship and wishful prophecies of a life we’d lead together.
It’ll end with,
Because that’s all we’ll ever be.
Not quite floating,
And nowhere near soaring,
She had been hovering since first they spoke.
Her hope was with every connection they’d glide higher and higher.
Then raise a family on a cloud.
I’d stay in this lil ol town I’m so fiercely itching to flee.
I’d stay because he’s the nicest person I’ve ever met.
I’d stay at the off chance of becoming something grand together.
I’d stay to make music by his side.
I’d stay so I never have to wonder what might have been.
I’d stay to find out if I’m on his mind nearly as often as he graces mine.
I’d stay because he has wandered into my heart and has yet to run along.
I’d stay to be his.
I’d stay …. but I want the one I can’t have, so I’ll probably leave.