Heat
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.