The Box Guy

he presents me with a gift of a rapid heartbeat
the box guy is here once more
our eyes meet, I look awaytoo shy to make myself known.
he leaves, his business done
off to some other place
I rise and slowly follow him down the hall
like a lion stalking prey
his long black shorts
and baggy blue t-shirt
swamp his petite frame
my heels clack on the marble floor
and I stand behind the glass
watching, waiting, hoping
he reverses his van with jerky movements
I hope he comes back tomorrow.