In the diner,
We were all alone.
Looking at each other
From the far side of the table.
The red color walls,
And the black and white tiles;
Radio songs and
The background noise.
In a small, tiny village
Just outside of Nebraska.
It wasn’t the first time
I had seen your face.
But that spurring silence…
My teenage heart embraced.
You came up to me
And we shared a milkshake–
That was the last time I saw you.
But all these years,
From motel rooms
To expensive cars,
With a husband and a daughter,
My heart still races at your name.
I remember your face and your fluffy hair,
Your goofy personality and your bad boy flair.
All the things I imagined, in the comfort of my bed
Hugging my pillow, I felt your cologne smell.
It’s like you never left my heart
All these years.
Just outside of Nebraska
I can still see your face.
– Avni Jain, Amity International School, Noida
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