By Zachary Furr

She sits there on a bench,

She listens to the speaker,

She continues to chew wintermint gum,

Her legs are restless from sitting too long,

And get arms are cold from the air conditioner.

And here I sit next to her,

I hear the same speaker,

I can smell the gum from three feet away,

And I empathize with her cold feeling,

But I wish that I could help her with it.

I want to share my heat that my body generates to much of,

I want to share myself with her,

I wish that I wasn’t so worry about what the world would think of me in wanting to love her.

I always come across as brash and unfeeling cold person,

I still feel the need for companionship,

As any man does,

I still want to be loved by one woman,

I want her love as no other will do.

But alas I fear that my fear will continue to hold me back.

She shivers and my heart feels broken.