Our minds

I limp, in the halls

Slower and slower like a snail

Not my usual pace

I see him, his sleeves

rolled up, the way I like it

And he sees me,

his eyes focused on my ankle,

questions filling his blue irises

“What happened?”

Through my mind I tell him

“I tripped. Simple as that.”

And in my mind, I whispered,

“Why couldn’t you help me?

I really wanted to see you,”

And in his mind he would say,

“I couldn’t get to you in time,

and I didn’t want to see you hurt.”

And I’d blush, excited that he’s concerned,

But then we passed,

and nothing was going through our minds.


The End

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