That first week I sat behind you,
Staring at your butt-crack.
You squished the scriblings on your desk,
Fated valedictorian, answering every question;
You weren't even wearing underwear! Such a nerd.
Papers came back, sloshing reviews (regergitated information),
Mine (all A's mind you!), and your pitiful scrawlings ringed in red.
Some valedictorian. I cried for the next three weeks,
My new afterschool activity, phlegmatic the next morning.
Life sucked, until that fateful day everyone disappeared;
Some stupid skip day, assignments given anyhow (yep).
Leftovers paired up and slowly began to sizzle.
I just sat there, a better view in the seat beside you.
Then your face crinkled into a grin. Haunted houses and Madea,
Artwork and awkward sex education videos;
Laughter and many shushes were elicited.
No one else remembers, but you made life worth while.
Maybe I came on strong, like a bad pot of coffee.
Maybe your buddies winked and ribbed too much.
All I know is...I miss that crinkle in your eyes.
I miss those fleeting seconds where I thought,
I want to touch your curly hair.
And bushy eyebrows are kindof cute, little mustaches for your eyes.
And maybe I could persuade you to wear underwear.