Longing For Love

a mere fist bump;

the only contact,

we ever had,

and yet I stared;

glared for hours,

at my trembling hands.

A common route;

from school to home,

an hour in a rusty van;

is all we shared.

yet I sat in front,

to look at you;

from the hazy rear mirror.

the brief time;

a month, two or four,

I am not sure anymore,

that we saw each other,

were special,

everyday a new;

emotion I felt,

a new side of myself;

I realized.

but, was it for you?

I was not sure;

then, nor am I now,

was I desperate in love?

or desperate for love?

questions that I know;

no answer of.