We sprawl under the ficus
Ten feet apart
In my backyard
Which is the football field
On our campus.
I can’t speak the words
To ask you out
Because I’m certain
You’ll say ‘no.’
I’ve lost myself
And my confidence
After a decade or so
Of beatings
During butterfly season.
We remain
In this silent movie
Ten feet apart
All morning not speaking
But glancing often
Until a senior comes
And you leave me alone
Under the ficus.
I watch your shadow
Join with his
To become
A black butterfly
Flying off over grass
The day before graduation.
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