10

There is a time difference,
for me and the German boy,
who gave me a locker full of valentines
on my sixteenth birthday.

He spoke four languages,
and he told me he liked me in every one.
But he liked me most in French,
where our desks would overlap,
and our knees would bump,
over Le Petit Prince and passe compose.

He said goodnight,
as I said good afternoon.
And we found we could talk
even after 3 years
and an ocean between us.

And there is half a forgotten love story,
for your Monday afternoon.