Silence is Killing Me

Complex does not begin to explain this.
I met you and I honestly didn't think much of it.
Weeks went by of seeing your face, hearing your words, being in your grace.
Then a wave smashed into me.
I took one last glance at your face and realized this was more than I expected.
You were in tears and I felt worried.
I knew you not; yet I wanted to stop you from hurting.
The following days I caught myself wondering-
wondering what went wrong and if you were better.
Tears stained your beautiful face that day like ink on a letter.
I thought that night of how I could let go.
Let go of the memory and the feelings that flowed.
Because I knew I'd be were I am now- not over you.
We are friends and I use the word lightly.
We have never hung out and I mostly blame me.
I have a fear of bringing it up while we talk every other day
because I'm afraid if I do I'll push you away.
You effect me in ways no one has before
I cannot deny it is you I adore.
Now I'm counting the few days 'til you leave your mother's nest.
And in all honesty I do wish you the best.
It's just I've never wanted to be by someone so badly
and the more I get to know you the worst it gets, sadly.
Because every day is a reminder that yet another day is gone
and I still have yet to let you know that of you I am fond.