The Countdown Poem by Breanna Schwartz

I can hear
The ticking of
The Clock

I count down
Every second
Tick-one. Tick-two.

The one class
Of the day
We don’t have together

I can’t wait
To be with you
It’s antagonizing

Once I hear the bell ring
Its like a thousand pounds
Have been lifted off my shoulders

I walk quickly
Out of
The classroom

I see you standing there
Your dark eyes lurking
They meet mine

My heart skips a beat
Then I can hear my pulse
Like humming bird wings

I feel the edges
Of my lips lift
Into a warm smile

You mirror my expression
As you grab my hand
And we walk to class
Together

And I can’t help
But think
Of how perfect you are.