The flu

Cruel question; wonder in my mind.
Could it be her smile; clear, as though
On was looking through crystal; infectious...
Only the way the flu is during cold winter months

Could this feeling be liken to the flu,
Am I simply another fallen prey;
achy, impatient...
Bed trodden for days

Left to dream;

Sweet dreams
Only to awake late...
Still, hopelessly sick.