Unrequited, More Or Less Poem by Hm. Nes

When she found me, I was not as I would have liked to be found,
Nor where,
Not wearing my best
As I would have liked;
And yet, she seemed to be less than put out with me,
Possibly even pleased.
It was an unexpected and easy way to deal with what could have otherwise been
A mess.
I relaxed.
She made me feel comfortable and not as awkward as the word sounds,
(Awkward is an odd word and I don’t like to feel it,
Especially around her.)
But she displaced my oddities and awkwardness
With stuff of herself- like fragrance,
And lace,
And humming.
She liked to hum, and noticed me while she did it.
I wanted to hum along with her, but I feared that it would make her stop.
Instead, I closed my eyes and started to sway
With the music,
Until the swaying took me away,
Far away,
To another world where she refused to go,
But I didn’t want to go away,
Not without her.
I tried to stop myself from swaying,
To open my eyes,
But I couldn’t.
Now I fear that I will never hear her humming again,
And I feel awkward.