Thursday Afternoon

Weekday Series Themed Poems About an Impossible Crush

It’s 3pm
In the overcast glow of a prolonged winter
It’s probably Spring somewhere
But not here
And it’s kind of perfect
The way the gray matches the pain
The way the pain matches our eyes
And we both see it
And we both pretend it’s not there
Like I said
It’s probably Spring somewhere
But not for us
We’ve seen too much now to let it go
And yet
We don’t know exactly where to grab
To get started
I’m sure Spring will have all of the answers
Tucked inside its short-sleeve pocket
And I’m not sure we’ll be better by then
Maybe a little more tan
But still too scared to touch the traces of sun
On the ground
In our eyes
By now, I’m zipping my coat for warmth
Like I said
It’s a prolonged winter
And while I don’t mind a little gray
I’d rather our eyes be less surprised
By the bloom
By what’s happening between me and you
And here I sit on this Thursday Afternoon
Wishing that email for coffee would come through

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