I don't choose to love.
If anything, I try not to.
But god-

I look forward to Mondays now.
Who does that?
It's as if my whole day
Can be turned around
Depending on if he stays after
Or not.

The only other person
I love in that club
Quit.

And god,
This is different.

The game of Uno.
It was just a game of Uno,
But it was so different once he joined.

Once a week.
Only once a week.
Monday's tomorrow.

Those little side conversations
We have
When we're supposed to be paying attention.
Only two weeks until the competition,
And we're making jokes.

Twice a week.
Twice a week now.
Mondays, Saturdays.

His hand was right there.
What a whimp I am.

I don't choose to love.
But here I am.