On The Bleachers

• Renee Nicol, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

A pang of hurt hits at the thought, an old scar tearing open just a little
The rhythm of a place they used to be; she hasn’t changed since he last saw her.
They both look exactly the same – only time has changed.
His mouth curves into a smile, “Memories do not do you justice love”
The knife is dropped,
She flings her arms around him, kissing him passionately.
His lips moved against hers, lovingly, needfully.
They kissed soundly until they parted, desperate for breath.
He grinned at her, but it was she who spoke,
A question
Her eyes widened and immediately she started, stepping out of his –her love’s, the girl in her mind giggled – embrace.
She smiled at him and got a grin in return.
They were sitting on the bleachers together, having been wrapped in each other’s arms and speaking of the past, the future.