The Summer That Never Arrived

He called me by the wrong name 5 times He borrowed my notes 13 times He praised the poem I wrote once He never knew I liked him for 1095 days "I collect all the fragments related to you and piece them together into a memory that does not exist." "He looked at me as if he were looking at the desks and chairs in the classroom." "On graduation day, I buried all the evidence that I liked you under the school tree."