I tried my luck today and used up all my bravery.
You were standing by the lunch table looking at your phone with a big smile.
With food tray in hand I walked right up to you, with a table between us.
“Hi how are you today? You look great,” I said as your phone fell out of your hands.
My words flew right over your head as you bent down to pick it up.
A startled teacher paused on their way to the bathroom right next to you.
I stared dumbfounded as her eyes widened.
“I’m sorry that wasn’t meant for you,” I said blushing, “I’m not really attracted to older women.”
That’s when you popped back up, phone triumphant in hand and ears hearing what I just said.
“Um what?” was the first thing you ever said to me as the disbelieving educator stomped off out of view.
“Oh no! Not you. It’s me . . . That teacher . . .” I was beet red heat emanating from my face.
You just stood there watching me as I walked away.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.