where did the moon go?

ten.

she sat next
to me i
could see her
in my peripheral
vision her sweet
brown hair her
soft golden skin
comparing to my
fair scarred skin

her hair fell
in curls down
her back ending
just short of
the small of
her back how
i wanted to
place my hand
on her back

i leaned back
and extended my
arm on her
chair and she
started and chuckled
"you scared me"
she giggled her
laugh is that
of an angel's

sometimes when she
is scared she
lets me rub
her thigh with
my fore finger
and it comforts
her i decided
to see what
would happen if
i were to
touch her leg
now even if
nothing was wrong

her leg twitched
but it moved
into my finger
i decided to
rest my hand
on her leg

smiling at her
paper while we
take notes on
the effects of
long term memory
and short term
her eyes looked
over to me
i couldn't smile
back she looked
away why couldn't
i smile back?

i pulled back
my hand the
warmth of her
skin quickly diminished
from my palm
and i got
goosebumps i realized
the way she
made my skin
crawl is the
way she makes
my brain tingle
she has such
insightful ideas and
thoughts and hearing
her speak is
so pleasing
to the ears

she had her
nose buried in
the textbook she
brought everyday to
class even though
nobody else brought
their books looking
up a definition
of a word
on the screen

blissfully unaware of
how her lips
curl in and
the way her
eyebrows scrunch when
she is focused
the way her
breath catches when
she writes the
words on the
page in her
sweet handwriting

blissfully unaware of
how i pay
more attention to
her than i do
to the lecture

and because i
can't keep my
mind off of
her i peel
a sticky note
off of one
of her 50
note pads and
write something down

writing to her
and to no
one i wrote
that i like
her i placed
it on my
notebook page not
giving it to
her but not
wanting it to
go unseen hoping
she'd look and
see what i
wrote and maybe
she might feel
the same?

it was a
stretch but i
remain hopeful
hopeful that good
things truly do
come for those
who wait?