Maybe...I Love You

Why can't I just say it to you?
Why not?
We used to talk all the time.
Now I stare at your house
and wait.
I want you to talk to me,
say 'hello' to me,
glance at me.
Anything.
Ev'ry sound of a screen door,
ev'ry dog bark,
causes me to look up.
Because maybe you're there,
maybe you're coming.
But maybe not.
Probably not.
Or just not.
I liked you a lot,
much more than a friend.
And I still do.
You used to feel the same way,
more than three years ago.
And the last time I asked,
you would not,
could not answer.
And so I've wondered.
For three years I've wondered,
and wished,
and waited.
But you never answer,
and you never come.
What if I love you?
My 21st-century, anarchist prince in jeans and a painted t-shirt.
An uncontainable talent,
confined to a place where creativitely can never thrive.
A blissful dream in a messed up reality.
And you'll never know.
You can live life easily without me,
I understand that.
But what about me?
Maybe I am the one that is missing their other half.
Maybe I love you.
But now,
I believe there's no question.
No 'maybe's.
Just love.