This is my poem

She sits there so quiet and meek.
I wonder does she think of me.
I look at her and she looks at me.
No words are spoken.
I wait silently and he doesn't seem to notice.
Maybe I should tell her that I like her.
Maybe I should try to talk.
I look and am about to speak
and there she goes smiling away at someone behind me.
I face away and move along.
There is no chance.