I would recognize that back everywhere
Even if I was blind
The sight of it makes me soft
My heart beats like a drum
I quickly walk past her
I dare not look her in the eye
When I'm past her, I quickly glance over my shoulder
Just to see if she noticed me
I know she did

I sometimes wonder
If she recognizes my back
And if she feels something
I think she does

In a perfect world
The two of us wouldn't be shy
We would've spoken
Gotten to know one another
Maybe we fit

The world is not perfect
We both remain shy
Never will our feelings be expressed
Our love is born to die

i liked this, very good stuff.

Thanks Helen

I'm Jim.

Then you didn't get the Scrubs-reference

whatever you say black whale...er um, yeah