I Don't Know.
These are my favorite poems from What My Mother Doesn't Know (such an amazing book)
Close to Midnight
Lying in bed
gazing up at the
glow-in-the-dark- stars
on my ceiling,
I'm thinking of you
lying in bed
gazing up at your ceiling
maybe thinking of me
at this very same moment.
I’m thinking that
you've never seen my stars
glow in the darks,
and wondering
if you ever will.
I Didn’t See Him All Day
Not in the hall.
Not in the cafeteria.
Not in the library.
Not anywhere.
Not even once.
Not that I wanted to see him
Not that I would have
Said anything if I had.
Not that I would have run up to him
Or flung my arms around him
Or anything like that.
Well -
probably not.