Excitement In A Library Poem by Lily Espinosa

I wish I could have just stopped. Turned around. And told you then.
But everybody’s moving so fast, trying to look important.
To have simply stopped; brilliantly, mid- track
Causing a riot on the stairs.
You would have run into the back of me…

Climbing up the stairs– finally, I’ve made it.
My heart lifts! So giddy I feel sick
But I’m not allowed the privilege for long,
Before I know, its gone
What should I do? Quickly, think!
You’re looking down, flicking mercilessly through a book. Sexy.
You looked up and saw me, at least I fancy you did.
I do the only logical thing there is, walking past you I circuit the level and head back down.
I feel like such a fool.

Quickly, quickly, get down the stairs
And don’t walk into the people in front–
How did they even get there?
…Down one flight, only one more to go.
I look to the left…
You’re behind me, what to do? !
My mind formulates an instant theory;
Rushing to follow me down, there must have been something you wanted to say.

Be this true or not, I carried on.
Proud and pathetic.
I stumbled left, you veered right.
I wish I had told you then.