By Hannah Barber
Sitting in a corner booth
Tea in hand, staring, aloof
Dim diner lights flicker
As the passing couple continues to bicker.
Waitress brings a piece of pie
Outside the cars streak by.
Slow song crackles over the radio
Flashes to places she used to go.
“Excuse me ma’am,” a voice speaks
As she turns her bones creak
She sees blue eye then,
And feels, for a moment, seventeen again.
“May I sit here?” he asks with a wink
She pauses a moment, pretends to think.
Then a smile spreads over her wrinkled face
She moves over as he takes his place.
They hold hands, like they have for so long
“Listen Darling, it’s our song!”
About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am seventeen years old. I am currently in my second year of homeschooling.”