"I Wanna Hold Your Hand" in my Head - Poem

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.