I sit here watching the sky.

I wonder how you're feeling right now.

Are you wondering the same thing,

Or are you with someone else?

I can't really be upset,

You aren't really mine.

You might not even know how I feel.

I try and tell you,

But I'm afraid to say the words.

If I do, will you walk away?

Will you tell me you feel the same?

Or will you laugh?

I wish it was easier.

Worst of all,

I fear that you will laugh at me.

Rejection is only painful when

You know you've become part of a funny story,

Being laughed about.

So I sit and hope

That in the end it all works out,

And you understand.