The bell rings
I join the mob, surging outside.
Its raining,
Everybody hurries to pull up their hoods,
Or get out their umbrellas.
I dont.
I continue walking, hood down,
Welcoming the rain.
It hides my tears,
I can let them out, no one will see.
They come, mingling with the sweet rain.
I dont sob; my shoulders are rock-solid.
Only my tears show my inner feelings.
There he is.
I can see his face perfectly,
Light-blue eyes shining out in the crowd.
I admire the way he walks,
Confident, but not too much;
His chin lifted, never looking at the ground.
Light-blue eyes meet dark brown,
And my heart skips a beat,
My breath catches.
Then he is gone, lost in the mob of people.















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