May 2015
At the end of my sentence he laughs,
I see his appealing crooked smile,
his dark brown eyes covered by the Buddy Holly glasses he got in 8th grade.
He will look down and then back up,
our eyes meet for a few moments,
we both want to say much more than we already are,
I hope he doesn't get bored with me.
Does he hope the same?
Forget that.
For now, just for now, you have his attention,
and you have full permission to get completely lost in that.
I see his appealing crooked smile,
his dark brown eyes covered by the Buddy Holly glasses he got in 8th grade.
He will look down and then back up,
our eyes meet for a few moments,
we both want to say much more than we already are,
I hope he doesn't get bored with me.
Does he hope the same?
Forget that.
For now, just for now, you have his attention,
and you have full permission to get completely lost in that.
Several months from now I will probably look back on this poem and think how pathetic it is and how petty I seem. Well guess what future me, *******! Unless of course things work out in which case disregard the '*******' previously stated.
