I’m just asking,/
not tasking,/
4 existential/
potential.

Will she/
embrace/
me?/
Or in my face/
c/
a Robin Williams look-alike,/
turn and race/
screaming ‘YIKE!’/

Often I’m confident;/
sometimes I don’t know where it went.

I want 2/
woo u,/
but don’t know how 2./

Do u give,/
where u live,/
distance/
resistance/
or assistance?/

Can u help solve the issue?/
Does it matter 2 U?/
I yelp/
4 help!

It’s such a strange twist/
of how much i miss/
you/
like this:/
Me talking to you/
when daylight is through.

I suppose /
at day’s close,/
it’s no use/
2 tell true/
what I think of you./

But there’s no excuse/
not to./
You’re cool.

I sigh./
Nice rhyme!/
But what guy/
wants 2 take the time/
2 have it end/
at just friends?/
Is there potential 4/
much more/
further down the way/
from where we r today?

With only one fan,/
the club’s Focus cuts access./
It sadly must close.

U R right./
I’m sorry./
I had no real/
cause 2 worry./

It’s just an excuse/
and my choice/
2 want 2 listen/
2 yer voice./

But I get U/
and yer need 2/
sleep the nite thru.

2night, late,/
my prayers said,/
I laid sedate/
alone in my bed,/
and mulled and pondered/
things that she told,/
and again wondered/
if I was 2 bold,/
or just honest.

Can I ever b/
lovely?/
Or do i sit on friendly sidelines,/
until the time/
she enters the game again,/
and I,/
as her friend,/
finally see/
that lovely/
can never b/
me.