(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