Thread: Shy Boy in High School

High School Love
by Charles L. Cingolani

Like the faun
must
when observed
with more graceful
strides
seek distance,
so also did she
whom I had sighted
that morning
from where I stood,
withdrawn, facing
the High School's entrance,
into which she, on stately gait,
vanished.

Hurriedly
I wove over
through milling crowds
to the wide steps
up to pillars
and the door she used,
and once inside,
mounted
the stately winding
staircase.

Why was it shame
I felt then
on thinking
they had watched me
all along
being drawn
to that glimpsed vision
of my vain search?