It’s comin’ on the end of August

Another summer’s promise almost gone

And though I heard some wise man say

That every dog will have his day

He never mentioned that these dog days get so long

I don’t know when I realized the dream was over

Well, there was no particular hour, no given day

You know, it didn’t go down in flame

There was no final scene, no frozen frame

I just watched it slowly fade away

I like her.  I’m sure I do.  But it’s useless to tell her, because she doesn’t like me.  I wait.  For what? For her to change her mind? For a replacement so I can take my mind off? For myself to give up?

She’s smart.  She’s independent.  She’s witty.  And she parties hard.  But there is no connection between us.  None.  My turn will never come, and she will go away.

Am I a coward for not being able to express to her my true feelings?  Would that only have made things awkward, in which case maybe our friendship falls into jeopardy? I always tell my friends “don’t think, just do.”  With her, I thought too much.


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