you sat with me yesterday.
in the midst of a crowd of people
that we both had no interest in.
you sat with me, and you
asked how I was,
how I was bearing up –
even though we spoke nearly
everyday before yesterday.
I couldn’t look you in the eye,
I couldn’t let you stay beside me
when there were others that
deserved more of your time and focus.
but, you stayed and you
moved closer – you drew
and I’d been waiting for such
a long time to see you – to be
near you, and I
just couldn’t – I couldn’t because
you make me feel too much –
you make me feel like I’m alive – like I’m worth something, and I just don’t know how to deal with that.
I don’t know.