Yearn.

Yearn. That was the word
for the feeling I had felt.
When I dreamed of him
three rows behind me
in that stupid school
in the old auditorium.
I remember that day
was the day that I had said
"I love you".
He smiled and kissed me.
Then he had left.
So, that night
I closed my eyes
and saw him behind me.
Three rows away.
We locked eyes
and that feeling of yearn
rose up inside of me.
I had waited so long for you
and you walked up the stairs
and left me feeling
that I loved you
more than you ever would me.

by FelixZeeKitten
posted on 07/15/2008