How many times have I passed you by,
consuming your being with a cut of my eye
Just a glimpse of you leaves me high,
hoping…wishing…even praying that
you knew what was going through my mind
Content with my addiction too reserved to say more than hi  
Content with saying you could be mine
Subconsciously afraid to cross that invisible line,
staying safe but wasting precious time
Even if I found the courage one day,
couldn’t imagine how I would tell you or what I would say
I’ve memorized your features about a hundred times,
unable to divide that number by the times I’ve passed you by
Embedded in my memory with one quick glance,
thanking God I am able to view the essence of a beautiful black man
To my surprise,you approached me…caught me by surprise,
gave truth to my nonchalant “could be mine”
Said it was written all over my face, you saw it in my eyes
Told me you were interested in me like I was interested in you
You were afraid to cross that invisible line too
Found courage unaware of what to say or do,
driven by a subconscious force not fully understanding why
Tired of thinking about how many times…
you let me pass you by