theres you.
theres me.
i'm going to tell you
under that sycamore tree.

i cant take it any longer
i dont know if it makes me stronger.
maybe a little closer.
merely strangers.

we stood there.
not saying a word.
i spoke up
and your lips
formed an upward curve.

i told you how i felt
and i shook from nervousness
the feeling showing off
and i closed my eyes.

just to hear you say:
"i like you too."

Poof!

Whew!
What a twisted dream.