as i sit and watch you read with your head low,

as i briefly graze past the window.

you’ve never given me any attention.

our relationship is slowly rusting.

i didn't know if you'd care if i came back.

i have a lot of regrets about that.

my time is wasted like all of this potential.

you could call it what you want, but

it’s nice to have a friend.

the car i could use to escape

died long before we did,

i’ve decided to ride back up on the afternoon train.

upon arriving back into town

i quickly glimpsed into the old cafe where we first met

in a world of his own

as i sit, watching you