He’s just a boy she met last November,
Some nice gentleman from the boys’ school
Didn’t really think much of him then
Nor does he sweep her thoughts now
But just for a night she messages him first
They’ve never spoken before on Facebook
But for a few minutes they exchange words
Talk about a slice of each other’s lives
For a night she feels childishly young again,
Almost as if she were in love, but not quite.
She’s passing it all off as mild admiration, giggling like a little girl…
And why would it be anything more?