For the first time in months
I let you close enough
so you could acknowledge
my presence and talk to me.
“I miss you,” was the first thing
and only thing that you said as
we walked back to our lockers
and your arm brushed mine.
You barely even looked at
me; but I didn’t need you to,
for my heart to soar and my
cheeks to warm and for me
to know that you would never
really forget me.
And just like that you were gone,
and I found you flirting with
a girl in my class, much prettier
than I could ever be.
“I miss you,” you lied.
And I remembered then
why I had started to ignore
and avoid you in the first
place.
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