You are talking about science class and
I am watching the way your hair curves
past your chin without touching it.
You are talking about prom dresses and
I see the way your upper lip curls
seashell like over your teeth as you speak.
You are talking about boys, one boy, and
I am watching the way your feet dance
inside those boots you always wear.
You are sitting across our table and
The kitchen is hot like it always is in June
You are talking about college and
I am touching the available skin
On your arm where your T-shirt stops.
I am hoping you won’t notice the chill.
I am trying not to hold on