December 16, 2008
When I climb out of my car
And walk through those automatic doors,
I sink on the black squishy rug
And my stomach drops down to my feet.

I take a deep breath and smell
The odd mixture of candy
And gasoline.
I look around and see he’s there.
I see him standing in his bright red shirt,
Mouthing the words to his favorite song.

I’m shaking with nerves.
He sees me and says
“Hey, what’s up?”
I’m prepared for the talk
That would define the two of us.
I stand by the cooler
Biting my nails,
Tapping my foot,
Sneaking a peek up
In an attempt to read him,
His smirk did not encourage me to speak
Finally I asked
About his summer silence,
He answered my questions completely
But he left me more confused than before.

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THE DIZ said...
Dec. 28, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Katie this and your other poems are really great! Keep it up........

Diz (NFF)
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