I think maybe she is sad today.
And the idea pulls me toward her.
I sit in the hall,
Although the floor is cold and I could be anywhere else.
I have to be near her.
I can't go farther.
I have to be here, just in case I can look at her for a moment and judge how happy or unhappy she might be.
Oh, I want to give her something.
The need is consuming.
So I give her the only thing I can think of-
My time.
I sit in the hall and wait,
In case perhaps I could see her and maybe make her smile.