The Poems I Never Wrote

I had my eye on him since the third grade, but I never told him how I felt Back then girls were girls, they were never meant to be cheeky or bold He sat behind me in math class, while he counted numbers on the board I counted the beats of my heart each time he leaned in to ahum, cheat, "I love the way your hair smells like rain" he'd half whispered into his copybook As he copied another math answer he sent me thoughts laced with love I was just a beginner with no flowery words or poems for Carlton cards dad always said a good girl should be sensible and be good at accounts As my daydreams accumulated like daisies on a windblown field of gold I began to scrawl his name with a HB pencil, on my composition book... "I love the way you smart me over " he whispered a little octave higher as he gleamed and then tried on his own the intricate equation of math's design I grew up and left to live in Nevada. For years I never set eyes on Enzo again then one day I happened to open a magazine and there he was all grown up He had become a bank tycoon with a boat and a car and a big orphan house So, I wrote him a letter and inside I added the first poem I ever wrote. "I love it when you lean over my shoulder " for some reason that I cannot fathom I get visions of you and me it a vat of grapes If you did not exist, I'm sure I'd make you up as for the poems I never wrote, well, after all our years together, when I look into his deep blue eyes, I know he knows each one by heart... Oct 6 2022 ps: This is not for contest, the length of it did not meet the criteria, I hope you enjoy it anyways.