how sweet, almost friday

you take my handmy knees grow weakyou smile that smileI cannot speakyou hold my heartwithout a clueI just smile backwhat else can I dowe’re captured herefrozen in timeshould I look backpretend you’re mineperhaps somedayour paths will cross againgiving us another chanceat a different end I’m writing a little essay to myself called “rekindled fangirl fire.”…