We both sat on lonely islands
In the middle of crowded classrooms
Along bustling hallways
As the swirling currents
Of social interaction
By passed with a nudge and whispers
Our only solace
Those moments in the maple grove
Behind the football field
Where we shared the pain
Bonded by a thread we shared
Easy conversation
I enthralled
As my eyes watched
Her curly red hair wave in the breeze
Her freckles crinkle as she smiled
Emotions played like a movie
In her blue eyes
Together we got through
Those turbulent times
Until next semester
When she never returned
Until next semester
ReplyDeleteWhen she never returned
One of those things that can be expected in a start-up
relationship that the young will experience. It was good when it lasted in any case!
Hank
A slice of reality. Nice write! I find myself wondering what happened to her. You left us in suspense.
ReplyDeleteOh, so sad. I wonder where the rest of her story took her.
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