One of my earlier poems, probably 2003 or 2004. I was pining over an upperclassman who was really good at theater.


On the bus
I dream of you
Always
That is my time to
Dream of you
I stare out the window
And pretend you’re next to me
I think of when
You looked at me
What were you thinking
Can you tell
That I dream of you
When I’m alone?
Who do you dream of?
Will you ever
Dream of me?

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