THE CHAIR by Mark MaxeyAcross the aisle in a wooden desk you sit
Mixed words from thoughts not spoken exist
Your long brown hair and short halter top
Has my attention instead of the lesson
Marched cadence in the halls between class
Roar of chatter fills our heads with noise
Choked words get garbled and come out all wrong
You wince or did you grimace either way you laughed
In the bottom of my stomach are twisted knots
Caused by your essence that affects me much
Surely you must feel what it is I am talking about
Because you ever so slightly nod and grin when I am around
Friday night football games and your in the crowd
I squeezed in between you and your friends
Hoping that we might share in some idle talk
But you are too involved watching your brother score
Later that night in the parking lot walking to our cars
I get the nerve and ask you out for pizza and coke
You said no…but hesitated long enough to make note
That some day soon you will be able to go out again
But this night your home taking care of your lil brother
Who is dying of cancer and may not make it through the night
And it was then I knew you never really ignored me after all
You just had too much on your mind to see my silly games
You and your family moved after the funeral that fall
And I never knew where you went or how you fared
But there are times I get the notion and remember
The day I first saw you in that chair
01/17/2005 Posted on 01/17/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
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