Anxious Weight

 anxious energy held her and urged her alongalmost aloftpalpablepressingworking against logic She stood where Istood then and nowI can hardly reconcilethe shearing weightof waitingthe shearing swirlof butterfliesin dive formationabout my underbelly I stare at the passing crowdavoiding their questioning glancelooking just past themfor the object of my affection  She lookedShe sawno, that’s not himclose wrong colortoo shortand still unresolvedhow can she knowif he loves her can she bear the weightof not knowing the anxious pressof an indeterminable terminalhoping his flight came in