I secretly like him

Secretly, I think of
his fingers, his shoulders,
his smile, as I see his name printed on the envelope in my hand
The curves of the letters taking shape
of his eyes and that smile I so adore

I secretly look at him when
he isn't
the way his frown meets at his brows,
the way his shirt is crumpled at the back,
the way his hair meet at his nape
the way a tear lies stranded at the corner of his eye

I purposely cross his path
One day I'm sure he will notice me
So sure that I am

And everyday I see his smile, I hear his laugh
and, when his phone rings, I wonder who has called...