Plaid Shirt

March 6, 2008
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I wear my plaid shirt.

I wonder;
Will he notice?
I want him to see me,
Sitting here.
Smiling.
Waiting for him to say
Something.

We approach each other.
Open minds,
Whole hearts.
Only a few inches between us.
Cheeks blushing.
Impatience.

Words exchanged.
Back away.
Smiles gone.
Mind fogged.
Hearts broken.

Still wearing my plaid shirt.





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