What He Might Say
(A Luc Bat poem)
He used to pass me notes
I savored what he wrote, each word
No matter how absurd
His jokes and antics lured me in
Made my little heart spin
And when he flashed that grin I swoon
His eyes shine like the moon
And bring cool on hot June evenings
Yet even in the spring’s
Tender morning greetings I still
Felt I could never spill
The way I felt a thrill each time
He was around, for I’m
Scared it would be a crime to him
His face would pale and dim
As he speaks to me grim and low
Says how could I not know
Delivers a harsh blow to me
Saying all he can see
Is friendship between he and I
And in those words the sky
Starts to crumble and die around
My teardrops make no sound
But drip upon the ground like rain
Personifying pain
And yet I try to feign a smile
Though it would be a while
Before I’ve calmed my riled up heart
The way I’ve come apart
So I won’t even start to tell
Him where my feelings dwell
That I may keep things well and good