He Talked to Me
I waited after school
for my next driver’s ed lesson.
My hands already began shaking
as I imagined getting behind the wheel again.
Everyone was leaving for the buses
or their cars.
I stood on the balcony
watching for him.
I was not even sure I loved him anymore
because he would not talk to me,
yet somehow I still felt fluttery
when I saw him.
But he was not there.
My hands kept shaking.
Just seeing him would be enough to calm me.
I sensed someone behind me
and turned around to see him
staring at me. His mouth
formed the word