My Best Friend

I look at you right next to me.
My best friend.
You have your thumb in your mouth,
I love you.
I want you to be mine-
but I'm too shy to tell you.

I look into your blue eyes,
at your brown hair,
at your perfect body.
I love you.
When you smile
I want you to be mine,
but I'm too shy to tell you.

A day passes, a month, a year.
There you are, in your black cloak and hat.
I watch you,
floating heavenly for your diploma.
I love you.
I want you to be mine,
but I'm too shy to tell you.

I sit in the pews of a church.
Waiting,
waiting to hear you say "I do" to a stranger.
I watch you drive off into your new life,
and yet, I love you.
I want you to be mine,
but I'm too shy to tell you.

Years pass,
I stare at the coffin of my best friend.
There you lie, like an angel, your eyes closed.
At the service the read your diary.
It said: "I stare at him, wshing he was mine,
but I'm too shy to tell him..."