The Inkwell

In response to the prompt
Fleeting

That girl with the jet black hair

caught me quite unawares

as I passed her on school hall stairs

communicating , as if in a dream

that her and I could make a team

and though I thought I had no chance

she still had hopes of a romance

And though they thought i’d run a mile

I was captured by that smile

And what caught me, most unawares?

The Fleeting glance from the top of the stairs

And what message, was that ? I began to think

as she looked back at me – she gave me a wink…