freeform poem

sometimes i wish we lived by each other
seeing each other everyday and growing a bond
maybe then you would be more inclined to love me
maybe then i would have a chance to win you over
but then again, would we fall apart like most friends do?
a day goes by where you don't come and see me
a day turns into a week, and a week turns into a month
and then its a year
a year of silence
a year of solitude
a year of yearning and calling for you with no answer
every time i wish, i think
and i think that maybe its better we talk online instead
that way i can love you from afar
without worrying that i may never see you again