April

She was that strange girl
Whom walked into room
Two-hundred fourteen
That rainy April day.

Drenched in a cheap
Light blue sweatshirt
With holes in each pocket,
She smiled.

Her hair was soaked.
Her jeans were tattered.
Despite everything,
She felt entirely beautiful.

A year ago, that very month,
That girl spoke to him.
Proving true the fact of April showers,
Constituents ran wild.

He sounded wonderful.
Every breath, every word,
Echoed as they
Made short introductions.

Each day, something new
Became an occurence.
They'd make time to talk
No matter what happened.

Week after week,
They enjoyed laughter:
The first boy she'd asked
For a cell phone number.

Graduation came.
They exchanged quiet smiles.
Four years of high school
Would pass them by.

Summer break.
Calling at two a.m.,
They slaved on the phone
As women and men.

A new school year started.
Their eyes never met.
Not once did they notice
Their memories end.