Longing to See You Smile

I’m finding myself unsure how I feel about you when we make eye contact as we shop, or when I’m looking at you through the pick-up window. I’m shouting at the gas station attendant who keeps her distance, “Filler-up, Cash”. Doesn’t she trust me?

Waiting in anticipation for the day when we don’t need to wear our masks. When you see me, smile. Even with your mask on I can see it!