LOVE Poem: Out the Window, by Meg Girdich

Across the way
Resides a boy about my age.

His computer desk is parked against the window
Facing outwards towards mine.

I wonder
What goes on
On his dual monitors.

He could be doing homework
Or perhaps playing a video game.

Could he be looking out his window
And wondering what I’m doing?
Thinking about what I’m doing at my desk?
In my head,

I’ve created a scene reminiscent of a Hallmark movie
About how boy and girl meet
And decide to see a cheesy movie together
Before sharing an awkward first kiss.

In reality, I know nothing about this boy.
For all I know, he could be loathsome to be around.
He might not be into girls.
He might not even be a boy at all.

But still the thought lingers
That my soulmate might only be

A window away.