Stare

Doused my face in biting water,
still came up thinking about you.
Why are my hand shaking?
Unsure what to do.
I thought I saw you staring,
but my naive mind must be wicked too.
Because why would you look to me,
when you match the one in the navy blue?
Unless you’ve been staring all along,
too unsure to make a move...

No.

There’s no way
that you feel it too.
And I am
moving on.
Really, it’s true.

But if I keep catching you staring.
I will keep crawling back to you.

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