Avalone

There was a freckled arm in a rolled up sleeve of a white shirt.
There were a few lines around a corner of the mouth.
There was a teasing twinkle in a blue eye.
All in a tall, skinny, blond package.
And then there was the look he gave me as I was getting off the bus. Appraising and dismissing. Or maybe it only seemed so to me.
It’s just a thing. Don’t even know what to call it.
Could be just that it’s spring and all that stuff.
Whatever it is, I wish it wasn’t.
I also wish my family stopped reminding me of their birthdays as if I had ever forgotten.
I need a drink.

(PS. I know I’m whining. And I will shut up. After the drink.)