slipping into him,
falling into him.
Because he’s looking back,
his eyes not letting me go.
And a stupid, dangerous smile stretches across his face.
He kicks off the wall and walks toward me.
My heart doesn’t beat. It bangs.
And bangs.
And BANGS.
My feet are nailed to the sidewalk.
I’m frozen.
A statue. A lamppost.
And he’s justcasually walking to me.
While I’m over here, not breathing.
He tucks his phone into the front pocket of his pants, sliding between bodies with his hand pressed to his chest, as if his heart’s trying to leave him too.
His smile fades, swapped out for nerves.
But his gaze?
It's tied to me.
His eyes don’t leave.
They stay.
On.
Me.
I can’t move.
Everything else fades.
The neon bar sign.
The taxis.
The blaring horns.
All of it, fading, fading,
gone.
Just him now.
