I stand in front of the mass of people, methodically playing my bass. I wonder if you are among them, watching me. I wonder if you came, you said that you might. I have no time to search as the songs go on and on. I take a break to sing, the preist starts talking. I share the sign of peace with those around me. You walk up to me smiling. You are here. We share the sign of peace, what a joy it brings to me. You sit with my family and I play on. You watch me, I can see you now from the side of my eye, stealing prolonged glances. Mass ends and you aproach me smiling, I can tell you're longing to touch me, I can see it in your face, hear it in your voice. I want to touch you too. We smile, we talk, I don't want to go home to the cruel world of parent's and homework. I want to stay here, at church, forever with you. They ask if we're going out, they mean as a group after church but some of the others watching think they're talking about us and smiling, say, "not yet." I blush, I can feel my cheeks burning, we don't look at eachother. They tease us about having crushes on eachother and we pretend to pretend. I wonder if you know that's what I'm doing too. My mother approaches and drags me away, you follow. I am getting into my van, saddened by the thought of leaving you behind again after such a short time. You put your hand out for a goodbye shake, why can't we have a goodbye kiss? Because of my parent's, they're watching. Because of your parent's, they're watching. You get in your car, I get in my van, and we part until next time. I allready can't wait.
