Him & Her

ii. Her

It's 4 o'clock

I'm almost there

And I am wondering if he'll be there today.

He usually is.

Can he tell I've been watching him?

Can he tell I long to know his name?

Maybe he hasn't even noticed.

If he had, he would do something about it,

wouldn't he?

Or should I be the one doing something about it?

I heave a sigh as I push the doors open.

My eyes adjust to the faint dimness of the library

Before falling upon the counter.

He's there.

He's right there.

And he's looking at me. 

And for a moment, I don't know what's come over me.

I feel dazed, as I stare into those green eyes of his,

There's so much emotion behind them.

So much about him, I long to know.

I silently pray, for him to end this sweet torture

And maybe make a move, 

Even a simple hello should suffice.

I will myself to take the lead instead,

But my mouth remains shut,

I'm too lost in his eyes, to be able to function.

He looks like he's trying to tell me something.

But he doesn't.

And at this point, I just wish I could read his mind.

I force myself to turn away,

Suddenly realizing this is going nowhere,

I think this is what we have.

This is what we'll always have.

A dead end.