This poem is a crumpled note
written quickly
and then smashed into a small careless ball
tossed angrily into a black trashcan
never to be read by any pair of eyes.
It was a note for you,
the man who makes my palms sweat
and my heart twitch between my ribcage
but who barely glances in my direction
as we cross paths every morning at 8:56 am.