He signed my yearbook, I gave him pills. Somehow, it was enough by Amy WustrinNo boy has ever told me he loves me
Or heard the words from my mouth
And maybe one never will
But there was this one time...
A goodbye afternoon
My last day of high school
All the excitement of prom coming up
All the anticipation of graduation
All the stress of Finals Week approaching
In the midst of it all
Everyone felt
The same heaviness
About this final day of classes
Some people you looked at, and you knew you'd see again
But for some, they knew goodbye was forever
For some, they knew it was their last chance
And we were no exception
I could see it in his eyes, he could read it on my face
We both knew our hands were tied
And those words would only end up hurting
Still the tips of our tongues, which never met, to this day,
Could barely contain the words we were choking back
But we found a way
We always did
In a room full of ROTC kids
Cutting their last classes of the year
We found a way to satisfy their
"Will they, won't they" chatter
Without them ever knowing that we did
I never imagined the moment
Going quite like it did
But he signed my yearbook
With "love you alot"
And I gave him a bottle of pills
With my heart tucked inside
And somehow
It was enough 07/27/2004 Author's Note: First love, and all of that. 17 was quite a year.
Posted on 07/27/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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