I daydream today,
lovesick and confused.
Maybe accepted,
maybe refused.

I want to curl up
to you, to talk.
We could go
for a pointless walk.

It’s something you said?
I’m falling for you.
So irrational?
Could this be true?

I barely know you,
but you seem so nice.
I didn’t stop to think
once (or twice).

Well I’d like to ask,
would you like to
go out? We could drink
tea, and hold hands, too.

– 3.2.2015