I didn’t go

to my 8th grade yearbook signing.

I sat in the restroom,

and stared at his picture.

Admired his angelic face.

Wished that I was

brave enough to talk to him.

But I wasn’t.

And I’m still not.

I’m not sure why

I didn’t attend the signing.

I had friends

that would have gladly

walked around with me.

I wonder if they wondered

where I was.

I never asked them.

And they never brought it up.

I wonder what he did

during the signing.

Did he look for me?

Was he hoping that

I would sign his yearbook?

Or did he simply

prowl around with his friends

and not think once of me?

I suppose that’s why

I didn’t go to the signing.

I was too afraid

of rejection.

Or maybe I just wanted

some alone time with

his adorable picture

without all the noise.

Whatever the case,

I didn’t go

to my 8th grade yearbook signing.

I just hid in the restroom,

like the cowardly social misfit

that I am.