Lovesick

I saw you again, today, without the weight of
forbidden glances resting on my shoulders. It made
me shiver as I saw your eyes, framed by bruises

that only sleep deprivation can give you. I was’
on the footpath and you were crouched, picking up
some books you’d dropped from your hands and

it reminded me of all those movies where the man helps
the pretty girl pick up her things, but I am not a guy
and you didn’t look pretty at that moment so

I kept walking.