she walks around much

by herself, looks at me sometimes. 

she thinks things are awkward. 

i don't know what she expected. 

i don't know what else to do,

how else to act. 

we make eye contact

and it's like a tractor beam

i have to avoid. 

(because i love it.)

just to say so many things to her

oh, to say things

would be such joy

would be so right. 

she knows it too. 

i wish this were easy

i wish we were near

i wish hearts didn't burn.