Here I stand from afar
watching you live your life
and you don't even know it.
I enjoy being a voyeur,
though the area between my legs
remains as dry as the words
exchanged between us this past year.
I wonder how she'll look
and I wonder how you will too,
her and you
something borrowed, something blue.
Don't you know you invited me
the minute you said hello again
and never said goodbye?
I want you to be in love with her,
I know you are.
I wouldn't want you to be heartbroken too.