Blacktop ocean and chain link fences surround the classroom
The sun is setting, dying the sky with purples and oranges.
I can feel him.
Searching, I scan the classroom and a group of boys playing basketball.

The sun is setting, dying the sky with purples and oranges.
What is the exact shape of his lips? I can’t remember.
Searching, I scan the classroom and a group of boys playing basketball.
How can I find him if I can’t recall the perfection of his lips?

What is the exact shape of his lips? I can’t remember.
Tears are stinging the corners of my eyes.
How can I find him if I can’t recall the perfection of his lips?
He says my name and I see him. He was right behind me.

Tears are stinging the corners of my eyes.
I say his name. Relief floods our faces, I guess he was looking for me too.
He says my name and I see him. He was right behind me.
“Do you love me?”

I say his name. Relief floods our faces, I guess he was looking for me too.
We’re grinning. I reach out my hand. He’ll take it, won’t he?
“Do you love me?”
I stretch my fingers farther, smile fading. Why aren’t you reaching?

We’re grinning. I reach out my hand. He’ll take it, won’t he?
A split second of summer, and I’m gone.
I stretch my fingers farther, smile fading. Why aren’t you reaching?
I wake up, and I cry.

A split second of summer, and I’m gone.
I can feel him.
I wake up, and I cry.
Blacktop ocean and chain link fences surround the classroom