dear eddie,
’twas so long ago when
we were “just kids” and
my eyelashes must have
flirted above the chitchat
in the hallway of high school
you phoned to ask me to the
banquet (no dances then)
but said you’d meet me there
(because neither of us drove yet)
my face flushed, heart fluttered
i’d already said “yes” when my
mother, frowning, observed: “if
this is a date, he should pick you
up properly, with parental escort.”
“but we’re just friends,” i insisted
and took my imagination shopping
to purchase a flowery maxi dress
for the freshman/sophomore event
when i arrived, i stood by your side
both feeling awkward until we each
turned to our same-gendered friends
and found separate places at tables
decorated with no risk or obligation
i learned i should listen to my
mother’s advice and i understand
that you are still single, edwin, but
please know that after all these years,
i do accept your unspoken apology.
a poem in my pocket 
Feb 17, 2022 @ 12:06:56
I love this sentimental semi-love story! Very nicely done. Your mom was right! :>)
Feb 17, 2022 @ 13:25:08
Moms usually are 😉
Feb 17, 2022 @ 16:11:02
:>)
Feb 17, 2022 @ 11:09:31
I liked that flirting eyelashes detail and the incorporation of the dialogue here.
Feb 17, 2022 @ 13:23:59
Thank you 🙂
Feb 16, 2022 @ 14:31:01
I wonder if he ever understood what had happened… he probably still doesn’t understand.
Feb 16, 2022 @ 13:09:06
The image of those eyelashes speak volumes! Beautiful, sensitive write 💝💝
Feb 16, 2022 @ 15:38:40
Thank you, Sanaa…glad you stopped by!