There she goes walking by again.
Everyday I see her.
There is so much I wanna say.
I am just nervous.
I don't think she has even noticed me.
Everyday I say I will speak,
But everyday i lose the courage.
It has been 2 months,
Since the first day I saw her.
I'm still scared to talk to her.
I lock myself in my apartment,
Building up the courage to speak to her.
2 days and 2 nights,
I rehearse what i want to say to her.
I return to the spot where I first seen her,
She doesn't walk by.
The next day I returned,
She still does not show.
Everyday for the past week,
I returned just to hope i could see her.
Still no luck.
It has been 2 weeks,
Still no joy.
A month has passed,
Still nothing.
I decided to give up and move on,
One day as i walked past the local news stand,
I seen her picture in the local paper.
Head line reads missing girl found,
Rape and murdered.
I buy the paper and returns home.
I sit down and reads the article,
About the girl i never got the chance to know.
I cried about her for 2 days,
Didn't even know why.
But i started to think.
If i had the courage,
If i had the nerve,
If i had the guts,
If i had the heart,
Maybe she still would be alive.
by George T. Fountain AKA Blaze
