Blue button-down shirts
Cuffs rolled
That was the first time.
Two months passed
March became May
yet
I still remembered
Math tests, projects
Similarities never shared
Longing and looking and
waiting
for the world.
Flying kites until
broken
snapped
empty
as looks passed
Bike trails
Twists and
turns
passed up
That was the first time.
Whispers
in the mirror
across fields, never-
reaching
you.
Cuffs rolled
That was the first time.
Two months passed
March became May
yet
I still remembered
Math tests, projects
Similarities never shared
Longing and looking and
waiting
for the world.
Flying kites until
broken
snapped
empty
as looks passed
Bike trails
Twists and
turns
passed up
That was the first time.
Whispers
in the mirror
across fields, never-
reaching
you.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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