Somehow my eyes drift to yours,
In the bustling hallways.
My short attention span
Clings on for just that moment.
I wait for you to turn your head,
Back to see my hopeful eyes.
My heart breaks when I see no return.
And a flood rushes back.
I wish I watered the sprouting
Connection.
The one that started in just one night.
I wish I thought, before
I hastily replied.
Rather I turned away,
Scared, and unsure.
And there I walk,
Head down low.
Just waiting for a reply.
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