a boy looked at me today.
his hair fell down against his cheek,
his face was turned to the side,
…it was almost as if he had been listening
to the story i was saying…
he turned away from me,
so i watched him…
his interest was soon lost.
…and the simple rhythm of my heart
drowned out the look on his face…
i woke up to just a simple memory, recollection
…but the details of the face were gone.
my light was on and
a little note was on the ground beside the couch
crumpled but still in tack.
the little bit of smeared graphite read
"i love you."
…maybe his face wasn't just a dream…