Wednesday in May

WEDNESDAY IN MAY

On the pathways out the school gate one wednesday in May

Two new scholars stood, each unaware of what started that day

Stealing glances, each tried to look informed about their space

For no one would have wanted to show any anxiety on their face

So Bill moved a few feet to a group of boys, thinking of this girl

Who for days to come would turn out to be the anticipated shiny pearl

How strange, Bill thought, that he would think of Sharlly and always smile

And how he'd let her have his pot of honey while he takes bile.

A year and a half gone, and three fights later, they take adjacent seats

In a class hall silent enough to hear their fragile, proud heart beats

Twice they each drop their pens and pretend not to anyhowly care

You could smell the tension between them as they silently sat there

A long lecture they had, and secretly wished it doesn't stop

For that would give them a little more time to build their hope

Two young people not knowing they are desparately in love

And how, each other, from the beginning, is all they have