Thoughts

I sit.
I think of what I want to do.
I think of talking to you.
Of seeing you,
of hanging around with you.
I think of reading,
and dancing,
and singing,
and jumping,
and everything teenage girls "want" to do.
I smile as my thoughts drift back to you.
I wonder what you're doing,
what you're thinking.
I wonder if you ever wonder about me.

I sit and think,
and then I have to go.
I can't sit and think some more,
though I would rather stay.
I have to run off again,
which I have a tendency to do.