Loving Her

Damn, you’re so beautiful!

is what I think as my best friend sits 

in front of me a basket of McDonald’s fries

between us, growing cold.

I don’t mind, not hungry, 

an excuse to get together,

For me to see her.

The him, I see in her, the young men

I usually have a chance with, this is different.

These feeling are new, but

I’m not scared to act upon them.

A silence,

I didn’t know was missing,

filled the room and hit me on the head with a thud,

Wait… was she speaking?

Looking for an insightful response,

we make eye contact as she bats her eyelashes,

It’s as if we’re staring 

into the lakes of confusion

in each other’s eyes.

She raises a few fries to her open mouth.

I’m holding my breath, wondering

if she knows I like her?