An Elation of ecstasy I’ve only ever encountered once…
Maybe a figment of my imagination..
Maybe a past memory or a dream
The evoker of emotion not of me
She got me feeling like a stoner
Peaking out of my window
Hoping she maybe walks by
With my phone always within rage
Just maybe she might call
or maybe reply to old texts I had sent
And just maybe I’ll finally get my fix
No wait! she got me feeling like a stalker
In attempts to not scare her away
That’s if I ever do see her again
I deny ever writing this poem about her…
