I wish I could have just stopped. Turned around. And told you then. <br />But everybody’s moving so fast, trying to look important. <br />To have simply stopped; brilliantly, mid- track <br />Causing a riot on the stairs. <br />You would have run into the back of me… <br /> <br />Climbing up the stairs– finally, I’ve made it. <br />My heart lifts! So giddy I feel sick <br />But I’m not allowed the privilege for long, <br />Before I know, its gone <br />What should I do? Quickly, think! <br />You’re looking down, flicking mercilessly through a book. Sexy. <br />You looked up and saw me, at least I fancy you did. <br />I do the only logical thing there is, walking past you I circuit the level and head back down. <br />I feel like such a fool. <br /> <br />Quickly, quickly, get down the stairs <br />And don’t walk into the people in front– <br />How did they even get there? <br />…Down one flight, only one more to go. <br />I look to the left… <br />You’re behind me, what to do? ! <br />My mind formulates an instant theory; <br />Rushing to follow me down, there must have been something you wanted to say. <br /> <br />Be this true or not, I carried on. <br />Proud and pathetic. <br />I stumbled left, you veered right. <br />I wish I had told you then.<br /><br />Lily Espinosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/excitement-in-a-library/
