Tale of a Hapless Devotee

One morning, I search for him
I can’t find him anywhere
Lingering doubts, I miss him
So I write a poem about him

What is wrong with me today?
Your absence is killing me
But with your presence, I’m gay
Now, I am under your spell

I hope that I can read minds
I can’t say he’s faking it
Maybe I’m overthinking
Should I come up with something?

I don’t want to regret this
Should I confess it to you
Or forget that I like you
I don’t know which of the two

If this cloud nine isn’t true
I am still grateful of you
Maybe in another life
Maybe in another time