organs and indian style
there are certain
people
who get missed
by me and my distracted,
scatte-red brain cells.
like the girl in class with the
pretty hair
who i never talked to.
too many never
heard me say
"im here, smiling for you and your dreams"
not enough pairs of ears heard me
say "i pray for you"
even though i did.
i miss my teachers,
especially the ones i didn't
talk to with more than textbook answerz.
like carolina.
like crump.
like so many.
i wont make the same mistake with people this year.
august is
fresh.
like flowers in a valley,
oppurtunity blooms ready.