Hummingbird Wings

I love to watch the way he smiles. I drink it in, wondering if those eyes ever fell on me, if I could bear their weight without a blush. Words of kindness, laughter. I catch my breath as the stars gleam in the sky. I watch as I walk, waiting to catch that glance. Hoping not to let him see, and yet, praying that he will. Maybe in time, the trees whisper as I pass. He smiles and I feel my heart drumming with hummingbird wings.