Invitation
I open my locker
And a folded piece of paper
Flutters to the ground.
I bend over
To pick it up
And unfold it
One,
Two,
Three times.
The words on the page
Jump out at me.
"Formal?" it says
And a yes or no option.
The daisy on the page
Is perfect,
Beautiful,
In black and white pencil.
I am stunned
As I stand there
Holding that piece of paper.
And then I rush to class
Hastily,
But carefully,
Shoving the note
Back into my locker.
After class,
He walks with me
And asks for my answer.
I don't know what to say--
He's my best friend--
So I give him an apologetic smile
And enter my next class
Leaving him standing there
In the doorway,
Watching me before walking off.
And I am left with a question.
But I am so totally and completely confused
As to my reply.
Yes?
Or no?
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