You cannot count the seconds

Between the time she enters the room

And the time he smiles.

You cannot recreate the feeling

Of when she is looking right at him

Having a conversation

He tries so hard to concentrate on.

The air around them is palpable

You can tell they are just meant to be

Yet when their conversation is over

Both walk away

In opposite directions

Distracting and distorting

The air

The feelings

The belief.

i will kiss him tomorrow