I remember a boy I once met,
On the bus.
He wasn’t shy like me.
I remember talking, laughing with this boy.
He was interesting,
I didn’t consider myself to be so.
He was older than me and I was younger than him.
He let me listen to his music on his mp3;
He played the flute, and the piano.
I complimented him profusely.
I remember an awkward hug and smiles –
He misses his stop so that he can stay on longer and read a poem I wrote.
I remember anticipating seeing him again and being disappointed, time after time.
I remember the last line he said jokingly, as I laughed and he shook his head and hopped off the bus, “I can’t talk to you anymore.”
Then we never saw each other again…