It's been a week, and you still haven't
been here.
I got worried, and it wasn't like you
we're the type to do anything stupid.
I took your gift basket and the algebra
homework that you didn't do over the
weekend.
I biked to your house, leaning my bike
on the same garage.
It was kind of wrong of me to drop by,
without any heads-up.
Hopefully you won't get angry at me for that.
When I knocked on the door, a man appeared.
He asked me, "Who are you?"
But not in a mean way, more of a polite way.
I told him that I was in your class, and that I
was dropping off a present and some homework
that you missed.
He nodded his head and let me into the house.
I walked up the stairway connecting to her room
and I knocked on the door softly.
She gave a soft, "Come in"
And I opened the door.
"Josette, hi"
I forgot that she doesn't know my nickname.
I waved to her, and she asked me why I was
here.
"You looked upset last week. So I bought you a
gift. And I have your algebra homework that
you missed this week."
I was nervous to tell you all of it, but it was
like my mouth had a mind of it's own.
You shuffled through the gift bag, finding the bag
of twix and gummies.
I guess those really caught your attention.
She held up the treats as she looked at me in the
eyes.
It felt like a contest, seeing who blinks first. But
I just kept blinking.
She looked at me, and her eyes, teary.
Before I could say a word she gave me a hug,
it felt safe.
And comfortable.
I dug my head into her neck going deeper and she seemed like she didn't mind.
But I know she needed this hug.
She asked me why I packed blueberries,
I told her that she always smelt like blueberries.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No."
-J.S
