time with them

I reach the gates of school and see my partner waving. I smile and run to them. I have to go to drama. I wave then turn around and trying not to cry. I get to art I see them across the classroom. I smile and run. Break is over. I wave and turn away. It’s lunch. I walk to their table and stand near waiting. I see them enter the room. I smile and wave. They have to go to math. I hold on to their hand till I can’t. I yell a goodbye. I turn and smile the butterflies from their touch still lingering. I reach the gates of school and wait. I see them dragging their cello. I smile and run. I have to go home. I say goodbye and turn. Trying not to cry. Nothing else matters until the next day when I get to school…