I Love You

Every time we hold hands, it’s like we can’t let go, Locked together with a padlock, forever. It’s beautiful, Because when I see you in the vast hallway, I push and shove through my teenage peers, To get to you before you go to your next class. Then I reach you, You take my hand, And you look at me, With your shining-like-the-fire-in-my-heart eyes, With every intent of leaning over To kiss me on my cheek In front of people passing by. In this moment, I wonder what people think of you, Think of me, And how I’ve affected their thoughts of you. I reach into my pocket as you pull away, Feeling for the tight, folded edges of my note. I retrieve my heart from my pocket, And hand it to you. My note seems to smile at the touch of your hand And throbs like my heart. *This poem has bee published in "A Celebration of Poets"; Fall 2010 edition.