Every second before recess felt agonising,
The note inside my pocket weighing,
my limbs aching.
Milkshake? ;)
The winky face was an act.
I was hyperventilating.
I knew your locker was number 159.
Mine was number 230
On the other side of the building.
Yet no one questioned when I lingered
a ro un d your locker.
Please know it's me.
I wanted to break open the locker as
soon as I pushed the
note in-s-ide.
But the bell rang
and feet shuffled
and the crowd gathered.
And there you were.
I wasn't there to see your reaction
but something in me said
that seeing the note
you smiled.