Middle of the Bleachers

You showed up late to homeroom

Coffee stain on your sleeve

Rolled your eyes at the roll call

Said

"Can this day just leave?"

I passed you notes in my notebook

Tiny stars round your name

You laughed once

I wrote it down

Like proof you felt the same

We’re right here

In cheap seats

Heartbeats

Off-beat

You look

Then look away

Are you thinking the same?

Meet me in the middle of the bleachers

Right where all the echoes stay

Say my name like you mean it

Mean it

Let the whole school turn away

We can be a rumor by the weekend

Or something that we never say

Meet me in the middle of the bleachers

Tell me you feel this way

You walk the halls with your headphones

World turned up past ten

I practice lines in the mirror

Then just freeze again

Locker door like a curtain

I hide behind the steel

If courage had a vending slot

I’d pay to spin this reel

We’re right here

Same floor

Same sky

Closed doors

You laugh

I look away

Are you thinking the same?