Popcorn

She,

She had dark black hair that crossed her face.

He,

He had honey-blonde hair that creased his ears.

She,

She didn’t have the grades she should.

He,

He had too many books to fit his room.

She,

Mauve is the lipstick we stole from your mother, 

smeared sideways across your mouth and all over 

your Sprite bottle, 

a clandestine weight in your pocket  

No school today,

For the first time since December

It's been five months,

Almost half a year,

Yet the snow falls,

We ripped March off the calendar

Yet the snow falls,

The snow melted in February,