Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

a tiny spark

"All high school relationships are meaningless," she says, her head leaning back against her chipped blue wall
Her short ebony hair falls just above her shoulders, framing her round face so perfectly
"Yeah but I dunno.." I begin, squishing her foam travel pillow in my hands. I crumple it and watch it inflate slowly, then do it again.
She tilts her head to look at me with her olive eyes. I smile because she doesn't realize that she's still wearing the Mickey Mouse ears she had put on earlier as a joke.
"I just want to hold hands with somebody," I finish, looking down with an embarrassed smirk.
Without a word she scoots forward and takes my hand in hers.
"There," she says, a triumphant grin on her face.
Her slender delicate fingers look so forgien beside mine; boyish and covered in calluses from the guitar.
We sit like that for a while, on our phones, hands intertwined
And for a second, I feel a twinge of something in my gut
A tiny spark that I stomp out before it can grow into anything more