Friday, July 13, 2018

The First One (Day 541)

The first one happened 
when you weren’t 
looking  just sitting there
on the bench 
in your tan suede cowboy boots
idly crunching chunks of ice 
under your heels  snow melting
under the gaze of a February sun
seeping in around the edges 
like a rusty nail digging 
its metallic coldness into 
your warm toes  remember how
you held an open book 
in your hand  pretending to study  
but really just waiting for 
his class to let out
in hopes that he might walk by
and notice you  not looking
and how  even when that happened
it would never feel like enough


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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