I wondered, dare I look him in the
eye?
Would he freak out if I said hi?
Would he even remember who I am,
Or see me as just another crazed
fan?
Should I tell him that we miss him
so,
That we've been lonely since he had
to
go?
Or should I act cool and move along,
Or bump into him and blame it on the
throng?
As he drew nearer,
my heart skipped a beat.
I began to swoon--blast this
heat!
But then he passed,
and my dream was wrecked.
I really ought to get my vision
checked!
Amy Lovett
