Sara, Age 13, Temple, TX
look up at the sky.
I think about him.
I lie in bed, in the dark,
and think about what he looks like.
Think about how he smiles. But only sometimes.
It seems like sometimes is always.
I don't care. I want to think about him,
in the dark and in the sunshine.
I like to watch him make a joke, sing a song,
run around and act crazy.
If that is only sometimes, I wish it could be always.
Rolling his eyes, talking about school, grinning at me like a fool.
I wish that sometimes was always,
because sometimes is such a perfect thing.