Invisible Crush
Your hair is tousled
from the wind
(you are late again to class)
and yet, somehow,
the strands remain
unshaken
and beautiful
This is how you are in all ways -
Hands, eyes, voice, scent
Even your stance
(apologizing to the teacher)
is steady, strong
uniquely you
wherever you are -
but most of all,
and most evident,
(especially now)
you are who you are
in the way you smile.
All these things I notice.
All I notice, I measure
from a distance
(four desks behind)
Tell me,
(not that you know my name)
do you believe that bit
(the teacher said)
about the tree in the forest?
I wonder.
If I open my mouth
and you don’t hear,
do I make a sound?
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