Daniel

Hop on our bikes,

Mine blue, yours red,

Racing down the hill

No hands.

I'd always win.

You let me.

Thanks.

In the cafeteria,

By the windows,

Lunch with you.

Eating trail mix.

You take out the raisins.

Give them to me.

Thanks.

School hallways,

Thinking we're grownups

With our own crowd.

You don't care

About their standards,

It's only just us.

Thanks.

Tell you about

My entire day.

Spare no detail.

You always listen,

Even though

It really didn't matter.

Thanks.

He asks me out.

I say yes.

We smile, I flutter,

So excited and wouldn't

Stop talking.

You listened.

Thanks.

He becomes a jerk.

I run in crying.

You hold my hand

And tell me bad jokes,

Make me laugh.

You beat him up.

Thanks.

On the roof

With the moon

Sitting and thinking.

Grab my hand.

Tell me your truth.

I should've said it back.

I'm sorry.