d-24; twenty-four days to approach you.
as i sat there,
fantasizing about how i would courageously speak to you for the first time,
the bell suddenly rang.
students rushed out of the classroom and filled the hallways.
friends stopped to talk to friends,
diligent students went to the teacher for questions or extra work.
i, however, sat there staring blankly
as i watched you gather your things.
lightly placing your pencils back into a case,
piling your books in your backpack.
so many books.
you swung your backpack onto your shoulder.
"wear both straps or,
let me carry your bag for you."
i whispered to myself,
never loud enough to let you hear.
a wasted chance- him
YOU ARE READING
glances ; pjm
Short Storyin which their actions, unseen glances, and unveiled gestures spoke louder than words