I wonder if he would turn around and look me with a furrowed look
would he stare at me that way?
With huffed brows and a straight mouth, brows knitted together
eyes focused on me, lids low and he looks so thoughtful:
would he think on me this way? the thinking ways
he looks to the ways: his face says it all. would he stare at me
like they do in the books or the movies?
can he tell I'm pushing so hard? I'm pushing hard, I hope he doesn't pull away, keep pushing towards me:
tired eyes look away towards horizons
my mouth curls into a frown, sleep creeps over my cheeks
and he questions my mode of doing;
representations lack, impatience fester in me