There's this new boy,
A new found neighbor;
Lives four houses from mine;
Second to move in to this road line.
I saw him first during their first day of moving,
While family and I went strolling.

On facebook, casually strolling,
I think of searching the account of this boy.
Passing by their house every leisure moving,
I hope to be able to talk to this neighbor.
It may sound out of line,
But this little activity might help this anxiety of mine.

While I live a life that's mine,
I think of having a random go at strolling;
Just nearby this sidewalk line,
Until I reach this boy.
Passing by an empty house of a soon-to-be neighbor,
I continue moving.

If only conversing did not involve so much physical moving,
I could have approached this family near mine.
Should I try talking to this neighbor,
Or continue my casual strolling?
I would like to give myself a chance to socialize with this boy,
Just enough to stay in the comfort line.

I wonder, when they'll cross their territory line,
And finish the furniture moving,
Will this boy,
Come out of their home and pass by mine;
Like a leisure strolling,
Past the home of his new neighbor?

I do hope I do not remain as an unknown neighbor,
And I do wonder if he thought of walking nearby my territory line.
Maybe once, I'd like both of us to go strolling,
hanging out, talking, and generally moving.
I don't necessarily need him in that level to be mine,
But I would like to be close friends with this boy.

These moving conflicted emotions of mine,
Actively and awkwardly strolling by my mind's margin line,
Hoping to be close with the boy I wish to consider more than a neighbor.


© reyelm

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