At Afternoons Poem by Angela R. M. Ferrer

Elbows hit while sitting right next to each other,
I hear your breath from the awkward silence
You ask me a question or two,
you smile a little and when I see it,
I think as if it's rare

You're smart and clever, not a lot of people know that.
You have so many ideas but sometimes, you love yourself too much.

You're face is actually beautiful,
but you're insecure half the time.
Your body is magnificent
like the one Adonis uses in ancient mythology

I see you're tired and I ask if you're fine
you say 'yes' but I know you're uncomfortable.
you hide in a special facade which I have yet to know,
you are secretive and are selective.

clearly, you have standards
I don't blame you since all of us do.
the only matter is that I am afraid I don't fit
in those standards.

What must I do to be truly noticed by you?
The blank stares I receicve is either an obligation
to know for a subject or a question that I can answer.

I think you're vain,
but I also think there's more to it than that.
You have so much potential
and I have a feeling I want to be there to help you through


I like you. It's the bittersweet truth.


I don't really know who you are
but I'm willing to take the risk.
Half willing to fall for someone
who merely sits right next to me every afternoon.