WA 4, Draft 1: The Flame

Sitting,
Watching,
Freezing.
Holding hands,
Close together,
How did they meet…

A boy stands frozen in the blowing wind,
Bundled inside his jacket he warms his hands blowing on them.
A girl stands alongside this boy she does not know.
Both standing alone they glance at each other,
Wondering what the other is waiting for.
The girl is without jacket or warmth.
The boy offers small talk
To end the awkward silence in the air.
But neither is warm enough to speak.
The boy caringly hands his jacket over to the girl
And the girl accepts the jacket with a simple smile.
Neither moves,
Snow falls,
And ice begins to form on the tip of the boy’s nose.
Not knowing what to do
The girl takes his hand,
And holds into within hers.
Unalarmed by her presence
He moves closer.
A friendship begins,
And never ends.
Throughout high school,
Neither speaks of this one moment they shared.
Each remembers this special time
During the breakups,
And fights,
They each face.
They hear about one another,
And pretend to not listen
About the awful times each is going through.
During those times,
You need someone to care,
Someone to be there,
And share.
Each cares,
Yet they still do not move,
To share their emotions.

It took awhile,
Then one day,
The boy passes in the hallway,
Slips a note in her hand,
And thus begins,
A story,
With no ending

This force that bonds them together
Never leaves.

Both feel it,
Others sense it,
It is an unquestionable emotion.

Through fights and furies
Neither hurries.
Through sadness and depression,
There waits a better time.

It is strengthened,
It is weakened,
But can never be broken.

They are similar,
They are different,
But the flame that bonds them together
Never ceases.