Perhaps
you could imagine
that
you have been on my mind
as of late

a slight plucking
of my second-to-lowest
heart string

you smirked,
you imagined that you were a musician

you bit the eraser on your pencil,
you imagined that you could conduct me

you stared deeply into me from across the room,
and you imagined the possibility of
"us"

a slightly louder plucking
of my second-to-highest
heart string

you diverted your attention to the window,
and you dismissed the thought of "us".

it was not right at that moment

but you feel differently
as of late