That’s All
Published in
Feb 12, 2021
Flannel jacket, jeans, complementing
brown bedhead. Every time
he talks, I smile and listen.
Both of us on the floor of a cramped corridor,
a couple
feet apart, twice a week.
More than anything I want to break
that distance between us and
kiss him.
Yet for my sake,
I shove it all down.
He’s just a friend,
a cool guy, that’s all.
When he misses class I’m concerned
like any normal friend, that’s all.
I already have lots of friends, I don’t
need one more.
He’s just a classmate that’s all.
He’ll disappear after the semester and
I’ll forget
his name that’s all.
That’s all I can do.
