Him

Watching him is like birds flying around,
People all around, but only seeing him,
Wishing I would have the guts to go talk to him,
Wondering if he notices me,
Curious if he thinks about me,
Or maybe just talks about me with him friends,
I can see him in the corner of my eye,
It's not a challenge like Where's Waldo.
Scared to talk to him,
Frightened of rejection,
Wanting to go talk to him to just say hi,
"Hello," he says.