I've written twenty poems about you
and this is twenty one
I've written so many words about you that I'm not sure you'll ever read
But school starts next week
I'll walk by our spots on my way to English
Wondering if you've walked by them too and thought about me at all
I'll turn my head on my way out of math praying you turn the corner by the lunch tables
When I leave speech and I walk past the bench by the science building my throat will close up
I won't be able to breath
I'll feel like I can't walk fast enough to my car
Because all I'll seem to remember is just how long I would wait for you to get there
I used to wait at least an hour for you
Even though I always told you I only waited twenty minutes
I've written twenty poems about you or so
And this is twenty one



Everywhere I look, you'll be there
When I come home after a long day
My bed will remind me you never really left
I fall asleep clutching the stuffed animal in my room you used to use as a pillow when you'd come over
Reminders of you will be everywhere
In my bed, at school, around my neck, and in my dreams
Right before I pray for you to get home safe



(v.m)