Scrutiny…
She would look for him in the threads
Of conversations so intent her interest
She would check his musings often,
Commenting where no other was found.
She would in jest say she stalked him
In her heart she held genuine interest.
He felt scrutinized.
Pressure…
She finally found the courage to ask
For more time, to go out, to see if
She wanted more than the friendship
That was waning as time slipped so
She panicked grasping what she felt
Already fleeting the month before.
He felt pressured.
