tree

day six

today is the day

i will approach him,

i thought.

i'll ask him,

what is wrong,

dear boy,

who sits under the tree

i will ask him

to trust me.

when i arrive at the park

he is not under the tree

but he is where i should be

on the old wooden bench

i looked into his hazel eyes.

i did not say hello,

for i am not that brave.

he did not say hello,

for he is too afraid

yet we just sat

in a comfortable silence

that drowned our shyness

dear boy,

who sat on the bench with me,

i think i like you,

do you agree?