Sometimes at stoplights

I turn to you

And see the silhouette of your face

And decide all over again

That I’m in love with you.

I look out the window, down

At the gravel road beneath your tires

So you won’t see me blushing

Or biting my lip when you laugh

And inside my head, I beg you to make

Another lap around the neighbourhood.

Sometimes the distance between

My hand and yours

Hurts to think about

Because how easy would it be

For me to reach over

And curl my fingers into yours?

And maybe I wouldn’t even

Have to pretend

I didn’t mean to.

I wonder if you saw the way

My lip trembled when I thought

Maybe I’m just going crazy -

I wonder if you heard

About the way your name

Makes my head spin.

Sometimes at dawn

When I’m only now saying

Goodnight to you, I think about

Saying, “wait,” at the last minute

But I wonder whether or not

I would be able to go through with it -

Whether I even had any idea

How to put this into words,

Or if I might just start crying

Because oh my god,

How long have I wanted to kiss you?

I wonder if, all those times

I paused and told you

Anything just to say another word,

You knew.