Sweat clings to strands of your hair

(only after band)

And you stand before me

Grinning your signature grin

(never changed)

As the sun burns bright

And red-hot

Behind you.

(it never used to be this hot)

Your pajama pants sag at your

Thin little waist,

(you never looked this thin before)

Exposing a stripe of slightly-tanned belly

And cuffing up just above your scuffed, black flip-flops.

Your cheeks are rosy with heat and delight

(always looked so wan)

And your arm,

Sleeveless due to your white spaghetti-strap top,

(i can only see you clad in a letter jacket)

Grips your cigarette between ring and middle fingers.

(why would you do that)

You ran headlong into me,

Sprinting downhill without your bra,

(and I thought you had nothing to make me notice this)

And we swung around for a moment,

(change swings as well)

Caught in a tornado of amazement and momentum.

(i thought i heard your shouts in my head)

And suddenly it stopped,

(all too soon)

We let go,

And I looked at you

(maybe for the first time)

And realized how different we really are

(not that it matters)

When I am not behind you

Viewing just your upper half

In a desk.

(stand up, so i can see all of you and what makes you beautiful)

Author’s Note: Okay, so it’s a stupid premise. But I just wanted to say that some people, the kind you only see in school or in a work/school setting, barely ever outside it, seem so different when you see them outside of it. I was leaving my house to go for a walk earlier and my friend was at the top of the hill by my house, and she saw me and sprinted down it and grabbed me...and while we were talking I started thinking. I composed this in my head on my way back from my walk, anyway.