I took a few English literature classes.
I would sit in the same seat each week, usually alone
But I would read all the texts
I would hand in all the assessments
And I did well.
I loved the poems, the novels, the short stories.
I took a subject called literature and the screen.
Every Wednesday night the class would attend the campus cinema
To study a movie on that big screen.
I met her on the first night
She had dark black hair and sat just behind me
Her face was gentle like an angel’s
The dark cinema, would throw pure white light upon her
showing her brown eyes.
She wore woollen tops, and the sleeves would be pulled down over her hands
She wore jeans that hugged her beautifully.
We would talk in the darkness
And she would make me laugh
Her perfection would burn me inside
And each night I would think of her, counting down the days until I saw her again.
I never asked her out, I don’t even remember her name,
But I think of her often.
That I was too shy to tell her how I felt
Still haunts me.
I wonder what she is doing now,
Do you wonder what is happening to those you loved?
I hope all those old loves are happy,
And may they live forever in our hearts.
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