Poetry About Crush

You borrow a pencil and forget to return it. All afternoon, that absence feels important. Your name appears too often in my notebook. A hallway glance becomes a private weather. Nothing has happened, which is almost everything. A crush lives brightly on possibility alone.

Begin where certainty starts to thin. All afternoon, that absence feels important. The ordinary carries a hidden pressure. A hallway glance becomes a private weather. We stay until the deeper pattern appears. A crush lives brightly on possibility alone.

You borrow a pencil and forget to return it. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Your name appears too often in my notebook. It returns us to infatuation, shyness, imagination, glances, possibility, and affection before it has a history. Nothing has happened, which is almost everything. The day continues with a more attentive heart.