May be ? 

When I think,
 I twirl my hair,

turn my head to the window
and stare,

watch the snow fall
 from inside the cafe,

hear chattering voices ,
and belly laughs play.

When I can’t think,
 I squirm in my chair

zone out my gaze
on the computer’s glare

words run together
 and letters blur

voices now torture
as I stumble to sputter

When I think,
 I find myself gazing

at the stranger
 across from me.

Does he think I’m interested?
 Maybe.

Maybe I am…in who he is,
 is he in me?

When he’s thinking ,
is he watching me
 twirl my hair?

Does he want me
 to redirect my stare?

May be ?

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