Poem - working title "Heart"

The title is not great, but the poem surprised me. I re-read this today after writing it awhile back.

Fear would be easier
or even uncertainty.
I could handle
those better. If it was rational
thought and less feeling
I could give. But
it's the touch of his hand
brushing mine.
Pushing my hands
through his hair. Comfort
of my head on his chest.
Fear at least makes sense,
but
my
heart
won't let me
hide away from him. It controls
my thoughts, my fear,
my uncertainty. I linger
on waiting for the gentle
stroke of my face with his index
finger. Him opening the truck
door and taking me with him.
No, my fear doesn't
exist, not this time.