Whether it was the time or not
Plagued my mind this week and the last.
Though I decided that today was the day,
I still missed the first chance
That slight second
Carrying my opportunity,
And he was gone.
I tell you,
By the end bell
I wrote down the sentence as fast as a note,
And the question mark as cooley as a period.
I thought for the quickest second
That'd I have to chase after him--
Until I looked up.
My eyes traveled
Between a smile at the left
And to a pair of nervous, awkward eyes.
Then my mind's fears stopped working
For the briefest seconds.
My gaze lingered on the eyes for a moment,
Before seeing the smile turn and leave.
Now I was left with the eyes and his friend;
The paper unconsciously folded down.
It was then upon holding it
That I could consider not going for it.
There was that slightest second,
And I remember thinking: 'Since I'm here...'.
And he was gone.
--March 28, '18: afternoon
#after #confession #crush #first
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Poetry"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
