another poemmm (not mine

When you walk into the room,
The noise of the lockers fades out.
My hands get cold for no reason,
And I forget what I was talking about.

Is it just a crush, they tell me,
A little spark that will soon burn through?
They do not know how heavy this is,
Or how the whole world centers on you.

If you look my way for a second,
The ground feels lighter to stand on.
I am learning a brand new language,
Written in the hours after you are gone.