Two Out Of Three

I saw you in a crowd of green
And you opened up the door
Walking down the steps
Your face was hidden
But I knew it was you all along
You give your heart so freely
And I could not make the leap
Knowing its not me
And knowing that I don't have to
Doesn't make me feel any better
And while I try to ignore these expectations
I fear I was already swept up with your eyes
And if not your eyes
Then the eyes of my own
Sometimes one can only dream
And one can always wonder

by B.A. Phillips

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