The Last Time
The last time we talked
He taught me one more thing.
Orange juice really isn’t orange,
It’s yellow.
Every time we talk, I learn something new.
Whether it’s a silly fact,
Something about him I never knew,
Or maybe just another reason why he’s so amazing.
He makes my head spin
And my tummy feel all funny.
Every time my phone rings
My heart jumps just with the thought that it might be him.
But every time I hear the words,
“I’m gonna get going,”
My heart sinks back down.
The little things about him,
Like how he wears his pj’s in public,
And how he loves Pokemon and watching cartoons,
Makes me want him even more.
I tell myself to stop thinking about him,
But it only makes me think about him more,
And what might happen the next time,
And how I hope the last time really isn’t
The last time.
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