Secret Crush

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

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3 Thoughts to “Secret Crush

  1. 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

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