A boy doesn’t really care.
He walks alone regardless of the fact that
She walks behind him.
He walks away
Regardless of the fact that she calls to him.
He walks, because he doesn’t know better.
Then when all words fall flat,
Only she will try again.
‘How will you commit me to memory?’ he asks.
Shoe shuffles break no awkward silence.
‘I won’t have to commit you to memory; I don’t intend to ever forget you’ says she.
Tomorrow he says
‘I’m falling in love with you, and it is terrifying,
But I wouldn’t let it go if it cost me my life’
And yet he still walks away.
What is he holding if it is not her?
She walks behind him
Only because she knows that
Sometimes people build walls not to keep others out
But to see who cares enough to break them down.
Slowly she catches up,
And her fingers fill the spaces between his.
A boy slows down.
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