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I Wonder

I wonder if you know I’m here If you see me beside you in class If you see me glance at you across the isle I wonder if you know my name Is it Nicole? Kimberly? Maybe Terra? Is it even worth remembering? I wonder if you could picture what I look like Do I have dark hair or light? Do I have blue eyes or brown? I wonder if you know we’ve met Remember the little black umbrella on that stormy day Remember the walk home and the way you kissed my hand I wonder if you know that I love you If you did would you love me back If you did would you walk away I wonder all these things as I walk towards you, back pack on my left shoulder, little black umbrella in my right hand, your friends laugh at a joke you make from your place against the lockers. I wonder why your eyes light up when you see me walk against the mass of student bodies to get to where you stand. I wonder why I’m doing this, why my heart is pounding and why butterflies are tearing apart my insides. I wonder why your friends look at me and walk away as I come closer, did I do something wrong? I wonder more and more about what to do and what to say; I stand there for a minute body frozen as you wave a hand in my face. “Oh… umm… Here’s your umbrella” I wonder why I said that, why my voice shakes that way. “Umm… Thanks” I wonder why you seem surprised, I smile a small smile and turn to walk away but you grab my hand and won’t let go. “But I was hopping that you would be my girlfriend, Emily” You know my name, you know who I am! No more wondering, no more longing. You brush your fingers across my reddish blonde hair and compliment my beautiful blue eyes. “Yes, James, that would be great” and as you walk me to my next class I cant help but wonder, what would’ve happened with out the rain and that little black umbrella?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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