Her.
She is sitting by the table...eating...laughing.
Well I don't care what she's doing,
except her reaction when I ask her my question.

I approach.
But I feel like a blindfolded pilot,
on his way to land his airplane.
Unable to discern right from left.

I freeze.
Feet from my destination,
all my muscles stop moving.
I stand there like a statue,
thinking if I should really ask.

I turn around.
Throats already dry...
My head turns the other way,
and so does the rest of my body.
I couldn't help it. I can't.
Even if I had enough guts to say anything to her.

Another day goes by,
without saying a word.
Its not that easy you know,
because I'm just too

shy.