Our cars are parked next to each other.

Neither of us are doing anything.

It would be so easy.

Just roll my window down,

and ask.

Simple as pie.

Why then, do I do nothing,

except glance at her

and watch her drive away?

Perhaps because she's lovely –

surely she has someone else.

Maybe because she's smart –

I must seem like an idiot to her.

Perhaps because she's dressed nicely –

I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt and faded jeans.

Or maybe because she has her future planned –

I wouldn't be of any importance.

Oh well.
I guess it doesn't matter anyway.