Lingers Poem by Sherry Painter

He lingers in my mind for hours after he's left,
My heart may race, but my mind does,
Oh, does it race.

Long and hard,
Never ending,
Worse than a hamster running on it wheel
-about me and him-
I don't know if I can handle this speculation.

This speculation in which has to do with us,
Him and me,
And what may or may not be between us,
He's a dear friend, but can he ever be anymore than that to me?

God, I hope so...