High School Crush (Part 2) Poem by Cameron Brooks

The teacher talks
as i stare into space
dreaming of nothing but your shimmering face.
The bell rings and i drift silently to class
scanning the faces in hopes yours will pass.
and yet again im left hoping for a glistening smile
to pass my way


to brighten my life
and better my day
another period passes and i go away
to come again tomorrow
in hopes that someday
that smile will pass
and stop by my side
to hold my hand
and disprove my lie
that we will never be
or have this moment