the constant contact craving

"Not yet."

[Poemspring #1; written 05.13.10; originally published here.]

We've been through phases one by one
Attraction, Wondering, Learning, Doubt
And now the Waiting has commenced
At some point in the falling-out

I want to talk to her again
The urge is irresistible
Her smile, her sound, her semaphore
The learning how we're similar

But wait.
Not yet.

I must hold off, lest she believe
I'm something worse than what I am
Unfortunate but crucial, Waiting
Gives "her" time to think of "him"

I must maintain the distancing
I must restrain the constant contact craving
So I won't be overbearing
Though it's really hard sometimes

Just wait.
Not yet.