𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

he and I have no history
besides a couple
bumps into each other
and one shared math class.
he asked me for a pencil
and then never gave it back.
it was the same one I
used to bite the eraser off of.
but he'd never know that.
he was impressed that
I knew what baseball was
and I was impressed
that he wanted to talk to me.
he used to cheat off of
me on the tests and I used to flirt
with him after lectures.
we used to talk about his best friend's
taste in music and my Chorale
audition.
and he would ask me everyday
if the list was up yet.
after our shared class and he'd signed
my yearbook,
we drifted apart.
he added my Snapchat and I
scrolled through his Instagram.
but whenever I hear his name, I
remember January
on a cold evening when I wished for snow.
and he looked at me with his
big brown eyes as he walked by me.
my coat couldn't have kept me warmer
than that one glance did.
he started a fire in my soul, so I
keep the orange heart by his name to
remind myself that I
still love him.

written on: july 22nd, 2020