is written in fading yellow highlighter on the back of my hand.
i can barely make it out in this lighting.
see your face in my mind,
your cocky half smile,
it was just homework
but i only sorta planned it.
a moment i thought it wouldn't work.
as you said, p. 72-74,
i wrote sloppily
and you said, just call me
i flushed with glee and your honey eyes were in my own
and i lost myself within them)
you talked slowly
but with character.
(i'd know that voice anywhere.)
never called you...
but i will.
numbers are long gone from my hand
but they have planted themselves firmly in my head.