On a crush
The throbbing of my heart tells me that I’m excited
for the prospect of a new friend
or could he be
more?
There are no butterflies
There are sly smiles and pregnant pauses
I feel like I should pick the petals off a flower
telling myself
he loves me, he loves me not
Tuesdays are my new favorite day
because even my cross room glances are better than nothing
because I want him to smile at me when I walk into the room
I may not know him well but I want to know him