Your School Bag
Another Afternoon Anamnesis
The afternoon was
Bathing everything
In golden light and
We were sitting with
Our backs against the fence
Too close to be just friends
But too far away to satisfy
The wild beating of my heart
You were looking at me as if
You hadn’t chosen her and
I was trying to smile like it
Didn’t kill me to think about
//
Time evaporated like
The warmth in a coffee
Left out in the cold
//
Meaning wasn’t found
In your words but
The softness of your voice
//
My name on your lips
Sounded almost like
An apology and yours
Tasted like the saltwater
That drowned out
All our chances
//
Hands touching
Shoulders brushing
None of it enough
//
When the day was done
Our footsteps lead in
Opposite directions but
I think I lost something
When you walked away
//
I think I left my heart
In the front pocket of
Your school bag
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