Our eyes met amongst the oak desks 


and rough wooden school benches, 

pencils lost between their skinny cracks, 


and stray chalk dust on shiny wax 


floors that reflect your blue 

sneakers reaching out to mine 


But only briefly— 

you headed out the door, 


shoes squeaking in the wax.

Written By: Britt Trachtenberg

Britt Trachtenberg is a high school senior who plans to major in creative writing in college starting in August. They are inspired to write mostly by nature. Their favorite poet is Mary Oliver.

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