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.