I found a poem lost in his bewitching golden eyes

and his unruly dark eyebrows that added to his smug smile.

We were bundled up together under the canopy of the school’s brick front entrance.

The rain gushed from the downcast clouds;

The wind made it hard to stand up straight.

I only wore my school uniform, dark pants, and a short sleeve white button up,

He could see me shuddering against the harsh gusts.

Like a heated blanket on a winter day, he hugged me, wrapping me in his black blazer

I could already feel myself melting.
He guided me to sit on the stone bench, to the left of the gaudy Victorian school doors.

I gazed up to the tall boy and examined him.
He didn’t say much but his eyes sang to me,

And they told me how much he cared for me

He stopped holding me and gave me his blazer and headphones.

They cancel out the sounds and of crackling rain and roaring thunder.

The music rang in my ears; an electric guitar played quiet, delicate riffs,

that meshed well with the plucks of the bass guitar and light cymbals.
It made everyone in the world disappear, including him.

I concentrated on the raindrops dripping off the naked branches of a maple tree

and then the squirrel that slipped and slid across the sidewalk,

through the crumbled red and orange leaves and finally, up the tree.

The school campus lied in a U shape, we sat and watched from the furthest part,

The area that began the crossroads of the other old doors.
The students poured out the left and right doors,

Embracing the rain to escape to their dormitories, only a short walk across the street.
Some students sat at the edge of the spitting ritzy fountain

with umbrellas in hand waiting for their friends to end the school day.

Then I glimpsed over to him again.
He stared down at me and made the muggy clouds dissipate into the sun of his eyes.