Once I knew love
sitting directly across from me,
paging through magazines
in the school library.
It was then the hair on my back,
rose to recognize the moment
her glance was only to me,
no one else nearby to notice.
She wore green rain-boots
thigh high and quite elegant
speaking with her silence
a pensive maybe knowing smile.
Eventually rising with a pen in hand
the magazines never reaching the rack,
placed conspicuous on the table
remains in my sight with her glance.
She ventured away
while I waited to hear the library doors
clasp in their obvious manner
to suggest a student in departure.
It was then I discovered her cubicle,
pen in hand and a smile matched my own.
© Scott F Savage 9/2020