by Joseph Nano
I was sitting in the commons at my school,
writing my AP statistics homework when I
heard her footsteps on the floor,
which made my heart beat so fast
and maybe faster than the acceleration of a Ferrari.
It was the second time it had happened to me,
and I knew that it was her, the girl who
turned my life upside down.
I saw her tall shadow guarding her from the back,
and I heard her affectionate voice from the end of the hallway.
I waited one nanosecond, and I saw the shiny sun from
her hair that I had not seen for days.
And I looked at her eyes, and I saw the blue ocean
that drove my thinking all the way to heaven.
She was wearing a white Ralph Lauren vest and
a blue shirt that reminded me of the sky with clear clouds.
She turned right and entered Room 325, which is a French class.
I was revived by her soft foot steps,
still stunned by her beauty, even after she
left the hallway.
I started sitting in the same place every day,
waiting for her to show up, and
writing poems to describe my natural, powerful feelings for her.
Every time I close my eyes, I imagine her.