Desire

by Eric Y. Theriault

Waiting.
To be near you again
But am I the only one
With this desire?
Hope I'm not

Looking.
In your direction.
You must notice me.
And I catch you too;
Do your eyes state the same as mine?

Talking.
Wish I could state more.
But I fear to lose,
Even what little we possess.
How can I find out what you feel,
Or tell you how I feel?