always a near miss.
a meter per second away
from a chance encounter.
the words i would share,
the courage i would bear,
that i would not
the time i’m there.
overcome
by acrobatics
of nervous antics—
how did i get this way?
a hopeless longing
with our heads too far
from our hearts.
there’s a spirit in the staircase,
and i wonder…
if i whispered
even an inkling
of my mind’s fixation,
would you do as you should,
and leave?