When your shadow touches mine,
that's the closest our souls ever get.
Lovers only from a distance,
lovers only in a daydream.
Our eyes play chase through the hallways,
a constant tag of exchanged looks
from you to me.
Pretend not to notice,
pretend not to care.
But I see you,
and sometimes I think you see me too.
You are the secret sigh,
the secret whisper of my heart.
Imaginary you smiles,
imaginary me believes it meant something.
I build a whole world in my head,
where you reach out,
where you choose me,
where you don't even hesitate.
But the truth is—
you don't know me.
You probably never will.
And all of this,
all of this ache,
all of this hope,
is something I made up.
So I’ll smile across the room,
catch your eye for a second,
and let the dream live a little longer.
This is a poem about a hallway crush, where you have a deep loning for a person who frankly, doesn't exist