Our Song

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.”  

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