Poem About An Uncomfortable Place That Ultimately I Am Glad I Went To Because It Proved Something To Me About Myself Though I'm Not Sure Entirely What (Yet)

She seems so busy
when does her day end?
Person after person
paycheques and cell phone calls
and receptionists bearing more
and more people down the halls this
place scares me for several reasons:

I- have no idea what the floor plan is like

II.. wonder if she knows that I'm just pretending
to read and instead thinking about
how busy she seems

to be
That what
I am
is preocupied
with Her

I think I am facing east
but, in fact, I'm gazing at the stars
and there are lots