Do You Like Me?

Bent paper,
secret in hand.
Unfold. Eyes widen.
Gentle ask…
Yes or No?
Heavy choice.

She circles slow.

Bent paper,
secret in hand.
Unfold. Rip up.
Discreet inquiry.
Awkward memory.

Silent tears drip
cold rejection.

Darkness cast its line
killing his heart,
the first time.
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