Feel

Feel

Every time I see him, my heart
begins to flutter and stop all at the same time
and I start to get this hopeful feeling in my chest,
this feeling that maybe he’ll notice me and smile.
I call attention to myself, I act like a fool
But aren’t we all fools in love?
No, it’s not foolishness that scares me,
but rather what’ll happen in convening years.
Indeed, judgment is not my worse critic,
nor is the feeling that he’ll turn me down.
It’s that question, the one that haunts me:
what if he turns me down and I
never get that feeling again?