Here
I am in an echo of a younger day.
When
a letter said “I’m sorry”.
But
a friendship was growing.
On
a patch of grass, a hint of the flirting game.
How
do I reach out?
How
to hold your hand?
The
thrill of your presence
The
fear of rejection.
So
close!
Emotions
calling out from within, hiding behind a simple smile.
Hoping
for a sign.
That
day, a happy ending