Two months in,
and my thoughts are a carousel,
painted with your smile.

Sunlight catches in the curve of it,
every time I close my eyes,
a replay of our last conversation.

Love, maybe?
It hums a low tune in my chest,
a vibration only you can trigger.

Does he feel this tug?
But the notes are off-key sometimes,
a sweet melody with discordant chords.

Kind words,
gentle touches that linger just a beat too long,
then a step back.

Mixed signals flutter like butterflies,
beautiful, but confusing.

Daydreams bloom,
like roses and lilies tangled with thorns.

I navigate this garden with hesitant steps,
hoping for a clear path,
a simple yes, or no.