i can remember
one rehearsal;
where you laid your head on my shoulder between my scenes
and i rested my head on yours
and then i missed my cue.
you laughed at me
because i was bright red
and i forgot my lines
and the teacher was laughing at me
and so was my castmate waiting on stage
but your friend wasn't.
he was laughing at you
because he started to believe you liked me.
and it was funny
because i was your joke
and your friend showed me maybe you could be mine.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poetryno name was mentioned but you thought of someone, didn't you? ...i definitely did. i think i always will.
