There's someone that I admire from afar,
but getting close to him seems so bizarre,
I see him from a distance, and my heart skips a beat,
but I never get the chance to meet.

It's hard to watch as others come and go,
to hear them talk to him, and see them glow,
they get to know him and share a laugh or two,
while I'm left in the background feeling blue.

I long to be near him, to hear him speak,
to have a conversation, even if it's just for a week,
but it seems like fate has other plans,
and I'm left with just my hopes and dreams in my hands.

I wonder what he's like, up close and personal,
to see him laugh, to watch him be casual,
but for now, I'll admire him from afar,
and cherish every moment, no matter how far.

For maybe one day, our paths will cross,
and I'll finally get to shake his hand and toss,
a friendly smile, a hello, a warm embrace,
and I'll finally get to see him up close in his grace.

© Christine