Presley comes over to my locker
and says, “Your guy’s here.” gesturing towards Ben
who waves when he sees me turn

I stuff my grips into the locker “He’s not my guy.”

Presley snorts “Oh, yeah? Then can I have him?”

“He’s not a puppy Pres.” I look at Ben across the gym “And no.”

she laughs and leaves with a couple of the other girls and I make
my way towards Ben
my guy?
still so strange

he waits, hands in his pockets, leaning against a wall
each step I take closer to him I wonder…

can I trust him
is he snowing me
why is he so interested in me anyway

at the same time
my heart wants to surrender
to give in
to go running towards him

but I move slowly
telling God with each step
that I have a long way back home