After an exhausting session of geometry,
I plucked the parallelograms, proofs, and triangles
out of my head
and went to lunch.
People from all different cliques
bellowed my name,
but I didn’t look at them.
I sat away from them,
outside in the cold picnic area
with its graffiti-scarred tables.
That was where I found the envelope.
Every inch of it had been darkened
with a black pencil
except for the center
where a red heart flamed.
Inside the envelope,
there was nothing at all.
I held onto the envelope,
I knew what I had to do.