Prep Class Passions

flaming crush telegraphed

across the library hall

traversing the cacophony

               of

voiceless authors amidst

eerily creaking shelves

daring to escape

graying spent pages 

the sound of flitting 

paper plane stealthily

bearing fevered tidings

              of

young love and desire 

       yet untamed

alighting on oaken desk

the only stimulus

within that sepulcher

of young brooding scholars

she looked up

and flashed a 

heart-twisting smile 

my pining way

she would text me

many years later:

   “I

           Should

            Have

             Said

               Yes”