You make me feel
like Badger brew’s caramel apple cider is free
but only for me because I see things

like how you fiddle with your pen before a test
–who uses a pen in math anyway?-
or the way your eyes are flecked with green
You make me feel, for once, that I’m only 17

We can have a conversation
in whispers and doodles
when the teacher’s not looking
or sing old-time rock out of key
and sometimes we can just sit
and be

You are my fixation,
my liberation, devastation, temptation, stimulation

Bring it on Lex! I’ve got superman by my side
He’ll blow you away with his laser-beam eyes
We’ll travel the world
with each postcard we spy as we walk down the pier
When you’re around death isn’t as near

But the sad thing is
by this time next year
you’ll be out east while I’m
stuck right here.
But I will have no tears to shed

The worst part?
That you’ll have no clue
that this poem is one I wrote
for you.