Behind My Curtains Poem by Andrea Ugona

Behind My Curtains



Staring
Wondering
what would happen next
would he kiss me
okay that is too far gone
or maybe notice me
now that is too far fetched

but none of this happens
as he walks right pass me
and ask her out
at this point, I retreat
my hair, my auburn hair
of which I am so proud of
covers my tears and protects me
as I hide behind them
my curtains.

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