in love

My friend doesn't know this, but I know he's in love.

He's walking into oncoming traffic on a one sided street.

Sometimes foolish, often times impressive.

He collects my secret like it's some sort of threat,

really it's just so he doesn't have to think about his.

He thinks I don't know, but I do.

Of course I do, of course I know.

I know that look anywhere, for I also wear it.