Streak.

Weeks have passed,

and we've not talked,

I have seen you a few times though,

but my lips, they were locked.

Days have gone by,

our eyes haven't met,

i stare at you from across the room,

but you don't even glance, i bet.

Hours went trickling down,

you haven't come online,

i think you're with her,

and your 5 month anniversary is going just fine.

It's closing down to minutes now,

i am scared, nails bit,

you are about to detach the last string,

our streak, don't break it.