Alone

I'll forget you for a short time,
until I think,
maybe he's just too nervous
and wants me to make a move.
So I'll think of something clever to say,
open my phone,
and suddenly I'll feel sick.
Really nauseous.
"He stopped talking to you for a reason, Hannah"
"You can do so much better. You deserve someone better"
But I miss having someone like him to talk to
and make me happy.
Who knows when I'll find someone like you again.