By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 19 April 2000
Just Maybe
We walked down the hall
Holding hands
I didn't feel good
You tried comforting me
He walked by
With another girl
I broke your grasp on my hand
To "fix my bag"
I kept my hands to myself
As he and I drew closer
You were talking
And I stared... at him
He stared back
Maybe he'll think we are fighting
And see a chance to get me back
Maybe he can still read me
And know that I want him back
Maybe he'll get caught in the moment
And just stop and tell me all the things
I've been waiting to hear
As we passed...
The moment did too
"You're really out of it aren't you?"
You're voice sounded in
Oblivious to what just happened
"What? Sorry, I'm in my own little world."
And maybe he is too...
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