my all Saturday, October 12, 2013 | Comments:
She waited at the
library
For him after school
Then waved at the
librarian and left
He forgot to tell her
about Calculus Club Mondays
This is the last
time, he said
This number is not
just a number
I already bought you
something, you see
He forgot her
birthday
They wandered the
beaches, seventeenth-century churches,
World’s best chai
over an abandoned bridge
Let’s just live it;
why do we need pictures?
He forgot to charge
the batteries
What happens when
Design meets Math?
I give you my all, he
promised. A year later
She gave him God’s
perfect creature
He forgot to breathe
He forgot to breathe
.