My wish

I wanted to tell you,

but it’d be a waste.

I wanted to ask you,

I guess it’s too late.

How do I tell you

how much that you mattered?

I’m afraid you will hate me,

my life would be shattered.

For a year and a half

I’ve been holding it back,

afraid that I’d come off

as some sort of hack.

And yet, I can’t ask you,

because I well know,

you wouldn’t say “yes,”

you’d likely say “no.”

But soon, you are leaving

and saying goodbye

I might never see you again,

here’s my cry.

I wanted to ask you

If you’d marry me.

I know, I can’t ask you.

So I’ll just let it be.