Four different classes, four different desks –
Four different views across the room –
A smile, a look, a fleeting glance,
A few words exchanged waiting to go out the door –
And it’s secret — it’s a real secret —
No best friends know; no parents, no siblings –
Just furtive thoughts round about bedtime,
Just… wondering, looking over during a football game
At someone
Ensconced in a different crowd
Secure in ignorance
While a secret, faithfully kept
Dies, like his soul
A slow
and lingering
death
So the memory will fade
So sad the words unspoken
but a promise never made
Cannot ever be broken
This is my thought for today
A “Band-Aid” for a wounded heart they say
There are so many stories in all of those askance looks!
This is Patriciaenola with a new face – not a cartoon any more – but a lone wolf – and liable to so remain