We never
kissed
in the hallway
You were a cheerleader
You dated football
basketball
and baseball players
Once you asked me
to call
I thought you were being
friendly to a shy guy
I regret
I never called
I did not think
I had a chance
to date you
I still remember
laughing and talking
as we walked together
down the hallways
I was too shy
Connie, let me know
if you
read this
I need
an ending
for this poem
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Published by Jim Wortham
As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.
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The Broken and The Holy 
Ah, Jim. You stirred a recurring ache. You say it well: I need an ending for this poem.
Hi Ray, thanks so much for sharing. I was going to delete it tonight. But I saw you nice comment and decided to keep it. I don’t trust my writings, sometimes.
http://www.kyforward.com/lyn-hacker-it-was-a-dream-wasnt-it-until-it-was-an-obituary-a-shock-and-meeting-his-mother/
Jim, I read this today and was reminded about poems without ending, those with delayed ending, and those with endings that live on through memories of a touch, a vision, a scent. Ray
On Tue, Feb 7, 2017 at 9:04 PM, The Broken and The Holy wrote:
> Jim Wortham posted: “Once upon a time we kissed in the hallway in high > school. You were a cheerleader. You dated football, basketball and > baseball players. Once you said to me why don’t you call me sometime? > I thought you were only b” >
Hi Ray, your comments made my day.
Always stay in touch.
Spring is just about here.
I hope you have a wonderful 2017. — Jim