thoughts of you

it's so strange,
cause it's so new,
and to others
they may find it rather silly,

but after leaving you,
mere minutes later,
i miss you-- a little,
sometimes even more;

i keep asking myself
what is this?
over and over,
what are these feelings
i can't quite distinguish?

i really don't know
but i know what they
could be, i know what they might be,

yet how can something
be so hard and make one so afraid
just to say?