Scribbles

Scribbles

I remember how you used

to scribble on the blackboard during

breaks.

You used every color of chalk in the box

and your eyes danced

as you flourished the eraser.

You didn't see me

watching.

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What's the use of lipgloss and perfume?

I just can't bring myself to care.

I missed my chance to learn

the soft contours of a lover's embrace

or the rhythm of a kiss.

I write your initials on the blackboard

and erase them right away.

I should have said something.

It's too late.