Standing on the bus stop
waiting for what seems like one infinite minute,
the wind holding its breath

I lift my head up
foot tapping a rhythm,
a distraction from your figure
growing with each step

"Hi," he says.

And the silence stretches like taffy

I'm looking down at the cement,
seeing the way the midmorning light
makes our shadows look like they're
touching,
nearly attached at the waist

I wish we could do the same with our bodies

"Hey," I finally reply
but what I really wanted to say was
"I love you."

I want to sneak a peek at you,
see the ends of your chocolate brown hair
tickling your right eyelid,
see your eyes of teal
meeting mine

But I'm forced to stay focused on the shadows
knowing this is the closest we will ever come
to being close again