"Can It Be You? Can It Be You?"

The song skips, as does my heart.
I pour my soul to the first person
Who decides to respond to my messages.
My foot taps to the up-beat tempo as my heart sinks.
I'm thinking of the coming weeks,
The expectations that have to be floating through your mind.
You probably think I'm something I'm not,
Never having seen my face,
It's going to be quite a shock.
A firework explodes outside my window,
The dog stirs on the floor,
But with my headphones on I hear faint whispers,
Vibrations, nothing more.
The song speaks with vintage sound,
While my mind aches with new conflicts,
I try to just imagine your face,
And all I get is just a glimpse.
The song repeats for the third time,
the tempo tiring, the lyrics taunting.
The lyrics end as I change the song,
A new playlist a new change of pace.
I look out the window for some kind of miracle,
Inspiriation, a sign, or something of the kind.
I'm missing you and for some reason this makes me smile,
Knowing you're thousand of miles away
And somehow I've got you,
You're mine.
My lips mouth along to the song,
The lyrics much too true.
The pop of cracking knuckles echoes
As I don't know what to do.
The mood dampens with a new song,
And it's reminding me of you once again.
A car engine is stalling down the street,
While I try to start-up this relationship.
The lyrics repeat;
"Can it be you? Can it be you?"
And I'm thinking,
Yes,
Maybe it could.