i went for school
as early as the bird flies in the morning
the seat next to the window
it's where i dreamt of a glance of you
sight of you makes me work
i look for you in every dream but i don't need to.
the next day
i did the same
i looked for you
i saw you in the locker room
you slid a letter
hoping it's for me
no, it wasn't
it's for the girl next to my seat,
and the next girl after that
and the next.
i lost.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
