Boys in plaid shirts
Cigarettes in the hall
Snubbed out under your sneaker as
Mrs. Nace skirts by
Eyebrows raised
Boys in leather jackets
Even in the spring
Out of reach, but begging
as you daydream
in class, eyes glazed
What happened to you?
Childish daydreams became
more than you ever would,
yet you still fascinate me
in old age.
