Sitting here, watching him
wondering if i'll ever hold those hands
to draw him near and hold him dear...
would complete me
that perfect smile...those gorgeous eyes
make me grin on the inside
the way he walks, the way he talks
makes me melt....and I become a puddle.
I'm that puddle that he steps on, without noticing that I'm there.
yet, somehow, a little of me is left on him...
will he ever come back to see what I am?
or will he just wipe me away and forget...