High School Crush (Part 2) Poem by Cameron Brooks

The teacher talks

as i stare into space

dreaming of nothing but your shimmering face.

The bell rings and i drift silently to class

scanning the faces in hopes yours will pass.

and yet again im left hoping for a glistening smile

to pass my way


to brighten my life

and better my day

another period passes and i go away

to come again tomorrow

in hopes that someday

that smile will pass

and stop by my side

to hold my hand

and disprove my lie

that we will never be

or have this moment