Their Dreams (A poem by Blake Grantham)
It always seems to happen,
it’s like an endless game.
His nerves restrict his actions,
his heart says get her name.
If he never gets to meet her,
there’s no one else to blame,
and his dream
slips away
once again.
It always seems to happen,
no matter what she tries.
She’d like to get to know him,
she tells him with her eyes.
He doesn’t seem receptive
it comes as no surprise,
and her dream
slips away
once again.
It always seems to happen,
if only they would speak.
The minutes change to hours,
the hours into weeks.
Once upon a time awaits them,
what they feel is not unique,
and their dreams
slip away
once again.