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...