It is February 10, 1997 and Jonathan is 17

A Lady of Dreams
by Jonathan Kraft

I see her
I know she sees me.
I look, I wonder.
She looks. I wonder if she’s wondering.
Probably.
I look away on several occasions,
and each time I look back
I see her gaze
penetrating right into me,
showing me more than just
the beauty she obviously expresses on the outside.
Her penetrating look forcing
me to search my soul for the right answers regarding the way
to approach and what words to say.

Only I can’t approach, and
don’t know what to say.
Uncharacteristically, I am
very nervous. She sits there,
no more than a few steps
away. We throw glances back
and forth, and I consider
doing the same with my caution
I consider, and consider, and consider
but remain nervously
in my chair. I wonder what will happen
if I end this game we play
by breaking the distance between us.
Then I see her get up, and she leaves.