Two Spoons

 

an unintended glimpse every now and then
simply an acquaintance, not even friends
but how she longs for his eyes to linger
how she wishes his hand to mistakenly brush her finger

but he hasn't a clue
just like all 13 year old boys do
wrapped up in themselves
and skate parks.

she stands in the hall
watching for the not so tall
figure emerge from his class
begging the fleeting view of him to last
as he turns the corner.

he knows not her dreams
of sundaes at the ice cream
shop where they'll give you
one glass
and two spoons

he's oblivious to her fantasies
of a quick peck on the cheek
he never will
know how she pictures her and him
holding hands, walking together down the hill

but he doesn't have an inkling
no, he doesn't have an inkling
he isn't aware that she's thinking
about only him
all the time

he doesn't see her
the way she sees him
he never has
and he probably never will

 

so she keeps on scheming

and she keeps on dreaming

 

of those two,

wonderful,

SPOONS.