So it begins:
two people are friends
but someone feels a certain way
for the other.
Unnoticed, unseen, although
it’s clear as day
for anyone with eyes, and yet
it isn’t there until it’s known
by the one who needs
to hear it
and then the chorus.
He’s heard her say it more
than once, she could only
ever be with someone
like him,
but evening walks and
midnight talks do nothing
to help her see
what she’s already got.
And if there was one thing
he needed to say
he has made it clear as day
and now the chorus.
Stop the music,
the tune ends here.
The engine hums, it’s
time to go.
But just before I say goodbye
and let you drive back home
to busy streets and carousels,
fond memories of lazy days,
before I thank you for
being the friend I
didn’t know I needed,
you were watching the
road just then, but
there’s something you’ve
been missing.
When I told you I loved
that song,
you were meant to listen.