I wish there was a pill I could take to get you off my mind,

Like Xanax for unrequited love,

That could make me stop looking at you,


From across the room.


I wish there weren’t so many hurdles between us.

That you could cross our distance with two long strides,

And hold me in your arms like we’ve been wanting you too.

I wish our conversations had translated subtitles,

So we could say what we really mean.



I’d say: “Hey! How has your week been?”

And the subtitle would read:

“I can’t stop thinking about you.

Wanting you.

Dreaming that this could work,

If the time was just right.”


You would reply: “It’s been good, kinda busy…”

And the typeface on the screen says:

“I want you too.

I wish things were different.

I wish the timing was right.

But I know it’s not.”

So many conversations,



Yet something always seems to get in the way,



Of  saying: “I want you”



And,  “I want you too.”


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