Crush in a store

the innocence of our secretive exclusive chase around was a thrill in this simple store 

playfully crossing paths non-stop in aisles, while blatantly staring at products that did not meet our wants, instead met our reasoning to surround ourselves with ourselves

jabbing silent glimpses of our eyes across trolleys and consumers, as well as staring to the ground due to the reoccurring annoyance of nervousness whenever we gained too close of a distance

i genuinely desired for more with each strike we took at each other 

wishing i’d at least have made a smirky comment, stare at her longer to confirm our attraction, confronted her even if in such a 
social environment 

i notice our time quickly ending in front of my eyes as she isn’t afraid to look into me,
the last item was scanned and off she went 

as she was heading for the sliding doors, my eyes instinctively darted into hers, 

as did she to my surprise 

we desperately take this last meaningful glance that felt like an entire era, faith was just nudging the back of my shoulder to go for it and i refused

as short as it was, the closure left behind too many lusting questions, my heart felt it needed to take a breather as regret caved claustrophobically 

reflecting back on this specific minor moment, relinquishing to instigate our emotions as humans, even with the continuous glances, makes my frailty awake   

as well as positive others, regret sits with this prominent moment

maybe i’m the problem, maybe their the problem, maybe we should’ve talked about it

maybe we should’ve met