I saw you standing there
while “ I Wanna Hold Your
Hand” was playing in my head
relieved that the tune
was able to sound out
the beating in my chest.
I guess I haven’t seen
you for so long,
not that it matters to
you.
I don’t think you feel
the same way I do.
When you see me, does
your mind play out a tune?
Unneeded answers for
rhetorical questions.
Does your heart dance
when I talk to you?
Let’s not repeat what
I’ve mentioned.
I see you wave your hand,
but I must have blended
in the crowd
as you make your gesture
to everyone else.
Like a line in a
lunchroom.
You have to walk by each
tray,
to have at least said,
“I’ve seen everything”,
and before you go on your
way.
I must have been that
rice pudding you
quickly glanced over
as you reached out to
pick up vanilla.
I’m also the same girl
standing near the end
as you make your
selection slowly.
Considering your options.
But I’m not a rebel, or
an outlaw.
I’m not going to cut the
line
to catch up to you.
So, I stand still
instead.
With “I Wanna Hold Your
Hand”
playing in my head.
