Shy girl meets shy boy.
Red rover red rover
send Christine over.
School uniforms and knee socks
and whispers in the back of class.
Recess where the girls stood on one side of the blacktop
and the boys acted the fool on the other,
one-upmanship turned into an art.
and a friend of his singing ‘you’re so beautiful’
while I sank further into my seat
wanting to die of embarrassment
but secretly pleased at the same time,
my face a sunset of reds and pinks.
He came by my house and rang my doorbell,
he had a gift for me he said.
A slender bottle that said what he couldn’t;
I can’t seem to forget you
your Windsong stays on my mind.
My first gift
from a boy
who was my boyfriend,
although not a boyfriend in today’s terms.
and someone who wanted to kiss me.
I was his girl.
It was later on,
that I was to learn how this quiet boy
beat all the other boys to the punch.
A new girl
a new face
and all the whispers about who she was
and what she was like.
They all wanted a shot at her
but he took the first chance
and for those two school years
she was his girl
and they never ever kissed.
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Photograph by Grimafust Ubaovin via 500px