for him to make the first move any
but you don’t hear a thing.
When you’re wondering
whether he still cares or thinks of you,
but you just can’t
how it’s supposed to be.
He’s supposed to look at you and
“You’re so pretty.”
He’s supposed to put his arm around you
when you cross the street
on the walk home.
Give you an earnest kiss
goodbye and ask to see you soon.
You forget, and so did he.