He was in my class,
attended the same college,
never knew my name.
*
Six foot tall; dark hair,
girls hung onto every word.
What chance did I have?
*
Short, unsporty, me,
never even got a ‘Hi!’
Then my luck changes:
*
At a train station,
you glance along the platform
to where I’m standing.
*
My secret crush smiles.
Disarmed, I wink and smile back.
Then she emerges.
***
Teresa Renton has a first-class degree in English Linguistics and Language Creativity from the Open University. Her work has previously been published in Flash Fiction Magazine, Across the Margin, Stick Figure Poetry, 101 Words, and 50 Give or Take
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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This poem was tragic, relatable and absolutely stunning!
☹️ Nice job! 👍
Oh you had my hopeless romantic side flaring up thinking there was a happy ending then she emerges and it was like a punch in the chest. Well done. Loved this.
Noooo! I was so hopeful for her and then you crushed my dreams. lol! This was a perfect little Senryu collection!
Oh no, this was both embarrassing and heartbreaking! Loved your Senryus!
Oh darn. You should have piledrived her.
Maybe the she who emerges is within you.
Oohhh! Perfect to have this be a senryu series; the added context makes the snafu moment all the more cringey and punchy. Love it!