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