Meringue
We sat at our designated seats,
At Miss Remy’s tutorial session;
She arranged it that way.
I was in fourth grade.
And looking at you,
For the first time,
I felt
Butterflies in my stomache.
A child, what it was,
Why, how,
I had no idea.
Twinkled my eyes,
Didn’t know I was
Flirting.
You smiled.
I giggled.
Truffled dresses,
Suddenly,
Seemed more attractive than
The twirling slides
At our school playground.
Pastry shells, hard but fragile,
Treats, sweet and crisp,
Crush it with the teeth, or let it
Melt in the mouth.
So airy,
The taste stays only for
A short while.
Mom thought you’re my
First crush.
I cogitated in silence..
Just as the trace of meringue would wear off,
Blushed,
“Maybe.”
