I am standing by my locker
shoving my Science binder onto the top shelf,
absently glancing over my shoulder.
I am watching, ever hopeful,
for just a glimpse of him.
No sign yet.
I gather my Language Arts material in my arms
and feel the familiar prickle of defeat-
but then, there he is.
Heart pounding like a gong,
I take a deep, anxious breath-
and smile at him.
It is more than just a grin;
it is radiant, it was one
of the boldest things I’ve done-
no matter how simple,
or seemingly ordinary.
And-
he smiles back at me.
My heart is filled with pure bliss
as the rough tide of students
sweeps him away.
I slam my locker door shut
wanting to laugh,
Cry,
Sing,
Dance, and
Shout.
I leave the hallway
and enter my next class.
But something has changed deep inside me.
What others who merely glance at me don’t know
is this:
my heart is dancing.