The Notes
I sit
I take notes
The teacher keeps talking
I look at the clock
One minute left
I put my notebook away
I gather my things
30 seconds
The teacher goes to his desk
Wishes us a good weekend
The bell rings
I run to my locker
I turn the combination
My hands are shaking
I open my locker
The note falls
I pick it up
I AM STILL THINKING OF YOU
I HOPE YOU THINK OF ME TOO
IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU KNOW WHO I AM
TURN AROUND AND SEE
I turn around slowly
Standing behind me is…
poem by Cheyenne Joyner
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