I thought you knew I liked you.
I thought you knew I cared.
I thought you knew I had to talk
Of all those silly things we shared.
I wish to disinter your mysteries,
Will you let me?
I wish to discover your passions,
Will you allow me?
Sometimes I wonder how I feel about you,
Scared of these feelings because it’s still new
I catch myself thinking of the best way to share,
Hoping you’ll return my confession showing you care.
Together, they climbed up the stairs,
Baby steps into an adult world,
And the shared tiffin at the corner of the lunchroom,
Meant much more than a few pieces of sandwich.
Rose, that’s what she had been named by her mother who would often tell her how she moved in her womb
The moment she smelled a rose.