Popcorn

Crunch crunch

Walking to school

with the cool

air nipping,

not yet biting,

at exposed skin

leaving it red to match

The sleek gray metal of the bench chills my legs

It always has-

Even when my dad and I used to watch the sun sink into the night

 As my classmates and I are dismissed from school, I decide to take the long way to my bus stop. For I have quite some thinking to do. I watch the birds fly. The squirrels scrambling for shelter as the howling wind picks up.

Her

With long brown hair

Golden when caught by the sun

A smile that goes miles

That lights up the stage when she performs

Him

With curly black hair

Glasses

Brown eyes

Hard to reach