The Shadow Effect

deux

twelve

On the first day of school,

first day of gossip,

group sorting,

of making the football team,

he,

however,

missed it all.

So, of course,

he hadn't heard about

her misfortunate,

why her pigtails would only

brush,

not touch,

students in the crowded hallway.

Of how her blue eyes,

when seen directly,

reminded him of

forget-me-not flowers,

but only wilted so.

And her skin was pale

as the sliver of the moon,

peeking out not once,

but twice.

He didn't care;

mysterious or not,

she stole his

attention.

Can somebody hear. . . her?