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her.

Her. A Poem

The first time I saw

Her, I was fourteen,

The school hallways a mess,

And thoughts clouded with

(Not) brilliant ideas of

How to escape this new

Environment I'm supposed to

Call "home."

She was in her corner

Of the classroom, and I

Never gave her a second thought

In my confused little mind

As I looked around and

Saw my new "friends"

Laughing.

I join them, and

Suddenly,

Thoughts of her have

Swept away.

Fifteen,

First year of high school,

And I could not be any more

Thrilled.

Middle school gone,

Crazy ex's out of my

Life,

I get to start anew

All over again.

Sixteen,

Sophomore year,

And she walks in

With a hesitant step.

I can feel her glance

At me, but hurriedly

Turn away when I

Try to meet her gaze.

She sits behind me,

Our backs facing each

Other because of

How the teacher placed

The incompetent tables.

I can smell her short hair,

Lemons,

And I wondered who

In the world this girl

Could be, because

There was no way

I had ever seen her

Before.

Weeks go by,

And our teacher,

Our observant, unequivocal teacher,

Changed our seats.

Now,

the girl who smelled

Of lemons sat beside me

And words have left me.

This is unusual and

Completely out of character

For me.

Where have my social

Skills gone?

A week goes by

And I have a girlfriend.

Not the girl who

Smells of lemons,

But instead a girl in

The same social class as

Me who was beautiful

And made me laugh.

That was the first day

I talked to her.

I don't know who spoke

First, but I realized then

That this girl made me

Laugh harder.

But I had to stick to the

Life I've built myself

In this irrepressible school.

The rest of the Fall

Passes in a blur,

And suddenly we're no longer

Partners.

But this didn't seem to

Affect our bond we had

Formed long ago.

February,

Lost in my thoughts of

Me and my girlfriend's

Weekend plans,

When she slides into

The seat adjacent to mine.

"I'm leaving," she whispers,

In a voice that hints that

She's not just leaving the class.

I ask where, and she replies with

Something that is irrelevant

To this story.

And she leaves.

I forget about her,

My life now revolving

Around my girlfriend and

Family and my love for

High school parties with

The people I call

My "friends."

Seventeen,

And I see her in the halls.

I don't say hi.

Weeks later,

I almost forget about

Her.

Almost.

But the one day,

The inevitable occurred,

And I find myself

Walking her to her class.

We talked about everything

We could in the short

Amount of time

We could fit.

I laughed in a way that

My girlfriend could never

Make me.

I smiled and was

Honest about it,

And she pursed her lips

In a way that made me

Curious.

But I didn't ask,

Because I feared she would

Speak the words

That my mind had been

Whispering all along.

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this is a sequel to the poem I wrote, "him." it should be the chapter before this one. thank you x