We're eating lunch

and someone says your name

and he asks

how is she anyway?

There's an orchestra in my heart

that's playing just for you

and playing happy now

because they care.

My bluntstones are muddy

and kicked off

on the floor

my feet are tucked underneath me

we're on our way home.

We drive by the yellow car

that's too broken to go anywhere

but it's hill

The science teacher showed your writing

as an example in class today

and even though

he cut off the name, I knew

it was you.

The way you make your y's and f's

hasn't changed