A Strange Thing

A strange thing happens to me when you’re around.

I find myself avoiding your eyes.

As if, had I looked at you, you would know who has been occupying my recent thoughts. As if, had I looked at you, you’d know the dreams I’d been having.

 

When you’re around,

In an instant, my attention is wrapped up in wherever you are in the room – As if, you were the locus of all that mattered.

 

When you’re around,

Any space between us seems such an unnecessary obstacle. I want nothing more than to have your hand cover mine. As if, your hand were some eternal promise.

 

When you’re around,

A person who is rude or unfair to you instantly becomes an enemy. As if, I needed to protect you from the damaging nature of their speech.

 

When you’re around,

It all seems so confusing. My heart swells with all that I feel – joy, happiness, fear. As if, when you’re gone, I don’t experience the same.

 

I try to convince myself that I do.

 

A strange thing happens to me when you’re around. I don’t understand it.

It frightens me.

 

A strange thing happens to me when you’re around.

I’m frightened that it doesn’t happen to you.

 

A strange thing happens to me when you’re around.

 

How I wish you would go away.