Watching

and here i sit, staring at you, though you don’t know it’s me…
biding my time til i can find the words to let you know –
let you know just how much you mean to me…
here i sit, watching you – from afar … never coming near…
holding in the flood that threatens to well up over the dam –
the flood in which my soul resides…
and yet i sit, watching you and feeling as if you’re watching me –
but how can that possibly be?
i've never told you that it’s me.