False Alarm

Feel the heat
Pulsing through my veins
As you lean closer, closer
(And closer yet)

Feel the sweat
Trickling down my back
As your face shadows mine
(And I can see the color of your eyes)

Close my eyes…
Hold my breath…
Listens closely…
Feel you tap me…
"Excuse me, can I borrow a pencil?"

The feeling was (still) worth
The disappointment.