when you weren’t
looking just sitting there
on the bench
in your tan suede cowboy boots
idly crunching chunks of ice
under your heels snow melting
under the gaze of a February sun
seeping in around the edges
like a rusty nail digging
its metallic coldness into
your warm toes remember how
you held an open book
in your hand pretending to study
but really just waiting for
his class to let out
in hopes that he might walk by
and notice you not looking
and how even when that happened
it would never feel like enough
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Wikimedia Commons
Image: Wikimedia Commons
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