Sometimes

I sit alone in my room

Door shut, radio off, blinds closed

And cry.

Sometimes

I wonder about what might be

If I took a chance

And asked.

Sometimes

I steal glances when he’s not looking at me

Head turned, eyes averted, laughing

And dream.

Sometimes

For whatever reason, he hugs me

I treasure those moments

And hope.

Sometimes

My stupid pride gets in the way

It won’t let me tell him how I feel

And again…

I go back to my room

Shut the door

Turn the radio off

Close the blinds

And cry some more.