Nonverbal

I meet him at the hallway

in our school. With her,

he looks at me.

His eyebrows rise and fall.

His black eyes point

at me.

I stop. He almost

but she doesn’t, instead she says,

“Hurry.”

She holds his arms,

pulls him as he takes

one step forward.

He still looks

at me. His eyes

smile.

Until he closes

our distance, and I feel

his shoulder brushes mine.

I turn around

to see, if he will

hold her hands again.