Untitled - Poem by Denise Gamboa
As I walked out of class I stop to wait for my friend, when I look up I see… him…
He just stands there, looking at me, wanting to say something. I do the same, I just stand there, looking at him, wanting to say something.
We walk towards each other slowly, looking into each other’s eyes. We both stop, now we’re standing in front of each other.
We both don’t know what to do, we both don’t know what to say.
I just give him a half a smile, he does the same in return. We walk past each other, going in opposite directions.
While I’m walking I say to myself, “I’m glad he didn’t say anything hurtful this time…”
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