Eyes meet,
with an akward pause.
I never noticed
they were blue before.
Rubbing together,
dirty hands.
Cracked skin
from a hard days work.
Take a quick glance,
then look away.
I smile to myself,
and wonder if it's all in my head.
Plaid shirt,
and blue jeans.
Curly hair
and a baseball cap.
Trying not to look,
I just can't help it.
My heart skips a beat
and its a mini-rush.
But still I wonder,
does he know?
does he feel it?
does he want me?
