Popcorn

Waking up to you

grinning down at me

your long, golden hair falling off your shoulders,

I close my eyes

block out your face with my hand

“This is forever, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want anything to change between us. Ever. We’ll always be together . . . right?”

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.