After School

We used to go to the

Market Square after school

to lean against a wall

and try and act cool.

Girls on their way home

would roll their eyes

already seeing through

our silly disguise.

Rain or shine we would

stand on the corner

and as they passed by,

we would just murmur.

Our faces red in case

one would dare speak

and if she did our

knees would get weak.

Breaking voices and

faces full of spots

seeing the girl we liked

left our stomachs in knots.

Looking in shop windows

to check our reflections

then covertly fixing our hair

after a close inspection.

Come five o’clock it was

time to part ways

and head home alone

to all our dismay.